Namaste
On change, looking inward, and the quiet honor in greeting yourself the way you would a friend.
Namaste means many things, but the version that’s stuck with me is something like the divinity in me bows to the divinity in you. It’s a recognition. Both directions.
This poem is for the version of that practice that turns inward — when the only person you can really greet that way is yourself.
What was the moment
That set in motion
Everything that changed?
When you look back
Do you realize —
How things don’t stay the same?
For better or for worse
Embrace what you can see
Because what’s important now
Won’t be
And what wasn’t, or couldn’t
Will be
Looking inward
Is the only truth to seek
Namaste
Even if the world is bleak
What’s important now won’t be. What wasn’t, or couldn’t, will be. The only stable thing is the quality of attention you bring to all of it.
Namaste, even — especially — if the world is bleak.
— JTC