Silent

 Daily Reflection

Something in me no longer wants noise.

Not answers.

Not explanations.

Not even prayers made of words.

I am learning that silence is not empty.

Silence is instruction.

For a long time, sound felt like safety.

Talking.

Asking.

Explaining.

Moving past discomfort instead of resting into it.

Now my body wants something different.

It wants gravity.

It wants to settle.

It wants to stop holding itself up and finally be held.

I am discovering that stress lived in resistance —

resistance to weight,

resistance to stillness,

resistance to trust.

When I relax into gravity, everything changes.

Walking becomes study.

Jogging becomes listening.

Breath becomes guidance, not effort.

I am learning how to move again.

Slowly.

Honestly.

Like a child discovering balance for the first time.

The anxiety I feel is not danger.

It is the old habit of noise asking to survive.

It is the mind wondering who it is without constant doing.

I don’t need to fight it.

I just need to sit with it.

Prayer is no longer asking.

Prayer is alignment.

Prayer is silence that allows the body to remember itself.

Even my words are softer now.

Gratitude no longer feels forced.

Love no longer feels foreign.

They arrive naturally when the body is at ease.

Something is teaching me.

Not through sound.

Not through thought.

But through sensation, posture, and breath.

I don’t have to rush this.

I don’t have to name it.

I don’t have to explain it.

Today, I choose quiet.

I choose patience.

I choose to let gravity finish what effort could not.

I am listening.

Yoruba Yogi.