Speaking to myself

 Today I see clearly.

I see how easy it is to speak spirituality while living in contradiction.

I see how words can become a costume when the body is ignored.

I remember when my life wasn’t aligned.

I didn’t preach.

I didn’t correct.

I stayed quiet, because somewhere inside me, I knew the difference between knowing and living.

Now I see people showing discipline in language, but not in breath.

Order in speech, but chaos in consumption.

And I understand—it’s not evil, it’s ignorance.

I forgive myself for the years I doubted my own knowing.

For being trained to believe wisdom lived somewhere else—

in accents, institutions, and approval.

Colonial thinking taught me to shrink.

Silence taught me to listen.

Practice taught me to trust my body again.

I choose not to hate.

I choose not to reverse oppression.

I choose coherence.

If someone preaches, I watch how they breathe.

If someone advises, I watch how they eat.

If someone claims peace, I feel their nervous system.

Today, I don’t need to prove anything.

I don’t need to save anyone.

I don’t need to know everything.

I am learning to respond, not react.

To observe without hardening.

To love without losing myself.

And if I stand in not knowing,

I stand there honestly.

That is enough.

Yoruba Yogi