Quiet

 

Quiet Knowing

Today, I didn’t have many words.

So I listened.

I ran.

I breathed.

I moved my body and let the emotions move through me.

It’s snowing, and I’m grateful.

Grateful for a place to rest my head.

Grateful for this body still teaching me new ways to exist.

Yoga is changing me.

Not just the poses—

the patience,

the listening,

the way my fingers feel the truth before my mind can explain it.

I can feel when someone around me is hurting.

I don’t rush to fix it.

I observe.

I give space.

I trust timing.

I see what isn’t me anymore.

And I don’t judge it.

I simply don’t carry it.

Isolation isn’t real.

What we talk about shapes us.

What we focus on feeds us.

Every conversation leaves a mark.

Today, I choose inner peace.

I choose gratitude over confusion.

I choose to learn from where I am instead of wishing I were somewhere else.

I may not have material things,

but I carry something valuable.

Something steady.

Something needed.

I don’t need to explain this moment.

I just need to live it.

And I will continue—

with this body,

with this breath,

with this quiet knowing.

Yoruba Yogi.