Self reflection

 

Reflection

I wake up, and I notice my breath before I notice my thoughts.

The body moves before the mind explains anything.

I am learning to trust that order.

I honor the energy that moves through me —

the brain, the sun, the moon, the water, the rhythm of the day.

I don’t ask loudly anymore.

I listen.

I notice that discipline is no longer effort.

It is simply what happens when the body is respected.

Strength arrives without force.

Silence arrives without command.

I see desire arise, and I do not shame it.

I recognize it as life wanting to move forward.

Until it has a place to land,

I guide it into breath, into movement, into patience.

I observe others with softer eyes now.

Not everyone has been taught how to feel their own emotions.

Not everyone knows how to sit with themselves.

I no longer need them to understand me.

I walk through repetition and realize

repetition is not stagnation —

it is refinement.

Each movement is deeper.

Each breath is cleaner.

I notice the gap between words and action,

and I don’t argue with it.

I let it be what it is.

I remain present anyway.

I treat this life like my work.

I show up.

I practice.

I listen.

I move.

I rest.

Sometimes I laugh at how simple it has become.

Sometimes I sit still and feel everything dissolve into breath.

Both are enough.

I don’t need to explain this path.

I only need to walk it.

I am learning the wisdom of the body.

I am learning to stay.

Yoruba Yogi.