Honestly

 Reflection

I walk and the world grows quiet.

I jog and my thoughts fall into rhythm.

I run, even slowly, and my breath becomes my guide.

I am not here to explain myself.

I am here to feel what is real inside me.

The past no longer pulls at my feet.

It rises, then it passes,

like clouds moving across the sun.

My body knows how to release.

My spine knows how to soften.

My heart knows how to listen.

I do not need to be chosen.

I do not need to be approved.

I move forward one step, one breath at a time.

I am grateful for walking.

I am grateful for jogging.

I am grateful for running.

Each movement is a quiet prayer.

Each breath is a return to myself.

I allow life to meet me where I am.

I allow love to arrive without force.

I allow stillness to teach me.

And in this simple rhythm,

I remember who I am.

Yoruba Yogi