Talking to my higher self

 I’m learning to listen without needing to respond.

I notice how quiet feels different now.

Not empty.

Clear.

The more I return to my body, the less I need to explain myself.

Movement softens the mind.

Breath organizes the noise.

Stillness tells the truth.

I see how people connect through stories of the past,

and I understand it.

But I’m learning a different language—

presence.

I don’t reject what was.

I simply don’t live there anymore.

Silence doesn’t isolate me.

It aligns me.

The body teaches what words cannot.

When I stretch, when I breathe, when I sit,

something releases that was never meant to be carried forever.

Humility comes without shame.

I don’t need to be above or below.

I just need to be here.

I feel guided now by simple things:

the intelligence of the mind,

the warmth that gives life,

the rhythm that reflects it.

I don’t need permission to trust what I feel.

I don’t need agreement to remain peaceful.

I observe.

I learn.

I stay gentle.

And when the world feels loud,

I return inward—

where everything already makes sense.

— Yoruba Yogi