Friday

 Reflection

I cannot stop laughing.

Not because life is easy—

but because I finally see it.

I wake up before the world,

meet the cold without anger,

listen to my body when it says rest,

and for the first time, I obey it without guilt.

There was a time I believed power lived somewhere else.

In accents.

In countries.

In churches.

In approval.

I bowed without realizing I was bowing.

I called it faith.

I called it respect.

I called it God.

Now I see it.

And I laugh—not with bitterness,

but with relief.

I was trained to look away from myself.

Trained to admire what did not know me.

Trained to believe salvation came with permission.

No wonder confidence took years to return.

No wonder I had to lose everything to find myself.

I sleep on a bench and feel free.

I watch the sun rise and feel rich.

I move my body slowly and hear truth again.

People pray because something is missing.

I move because nothing is.

I don’t need to be fixed.

I don’t need to be saved.

I don’t need to be touched or spoken over.

I am already in conversation with the breath,

with the spine,

with the earth warming my skin.

I see the comedy of it all now—

the dream I was sold,

the fear I inherited,

the roles I tried to play.

And still… I’m here.

Laughing.

Breathing.

At peace.

Higher self, thank you for waiting.

Thank you for letting me arrive without force.

Thank you for teaching me that nothing was wrong with me—

I was only looking in the wrong direction.

I don’t know what comes next.

And for the first time,

I don’t need to.

Another beautiful day.

— Yoruba Yogi