Silence

 Lately, I’ve been noticing how much effort it takes to look everywhere else before looking within.

How easy it is to treat places, philosophies, and systems as if they hold all the answers, while forgetting to learn the language of the self.

The older I get, the more I read, the more I realize the anger has passed.

What remains is distance.

Not rejection—clarity.

A quiet understanding that imitation without self-knowledge creates separation from truth.

I’m learning to observe without reacting.

To listen without needing to correct.

To recognize that many people cling to methods not because they heal, but because those methods feel safe.

Comfort can be mistaken for truth when inner work has not yet begun.

What continues to surprise me is how often healing is treated as something external—something granted by structure, repetition, or belief—rather than something discovered through awareness, discipline, and presence.

I’ve learned that true healing doesn’t shout.

It softens.

It simplifies.

It brings silence where there was once noise.

The unseen keeps teaching me through the body.

Through breath.

Through restraint.

Through knowing when not to act.

Anything that distorts behavior, dulls awareness, or pulls the mind away from balance reveals itself over time—not as mystery, but as imbalance.

The body always tells the truth when it is listened to patiently.

I’m also learning that spirituality does not need volume.

Understanding quiets the voice.

Clarity reduces excess.

When awareness deepens, there is less need to convince, defend, or perform.

I no longer feel the need to remove anyone’s comfort, even when I see beyond it.

Each person walks at their own pace.

Each mind opens when it is ready.

What matters now is staying aligned with what I know through experience:

That awareness grows in silence.

That healing is internal.

That wisdom reveals itself when the mind stops clinging.

Today, I continue learning from what cannot be seen.

From stillness.

From the body.

From the quiet intelligence within.

I walk forward gently.

Observant.

Grounded.

At peace with not needing to explain.

— Yoruba Yogi