Slow down

 I am learning that strength does not rush.

It waits.

It listens.

It breathes.

The body is not something I command anymore.

It is something I consult.

When I slow down, I feel everything.

When I breathe, space appears.

When I rest, intelligence speaks.

What I once tried to escape — the pause, the child’s pose, the stillness —

has become the doorway.

Endurance is no longer force.

It is patience stretched over time.

I see now that trust is a posture.

So is fear.

So is surrender.

The body remembers what the mind forgot.

I move slowly not because I am tired,

but because I am listening.

I no longer need speed to feel alive.

I need presence.

Others move through their pain the only way they know how.

I do not need to correct them.

I only need to remain aligned.

Truth does not argue.

It settles.

The moon teaches me to receive.

The sun teaches me to rise.

The body teaches me when to bow.

I am not becoming something new.

I am returning to what was always here.

Yoruba Yogi.