Reflection
I woke before the sun and went straight to the mat.
Not to think.
Not to perform.
Just to breathe and move.
Every push-up was a meditation.
Every twist was a conversation with my spine.
My body knew where to go before my mind did.
I am learning that the breath is wiser than thought.
That silence teaches what words cannot.
Today I looked at the stars,
then at the sun,
and I asked for nothing except understanding.
In the world, people keep repeating old stories.
Pain becomes prayer.
Identity becomes a cage.
But inside my body, something else is happening.
A softening.
A remembering.
I no longer need to prove who I am.
I can feel it in the way I breathe.
In the way I move.
In the way I sit quietly without needing a story.
Even when the world is loud,
I stay still.
Even when life feels like a mystery,
I feel at home inside myself.
And somehow…
that is enough.
Yoruba Yogi
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