I just walked under the bright full Moon
And bowed to it in loving delight
One day I believed soft forms of practice to be nonsense
I wanted the peace without the fluff
Yet nowadays, I find myself bowing wherever I go
To the moon and the stars
To my little dog lying on my lap
And the world bows back in recognition
Two old friends nodding at each other
Knowing that they are one
Namasté, we said in Yoga class many years ago
An empty word without essence I thought
It is still unclear what it means to me
But whenever I bow, my soul whispers Namasté
And I now realize
that bowing is as good a practice as any
So I bow to the glorious sky
To the leaves that fall in autumn dawns
And to my feet touching the ground in gratitude
It is simply the flow of life being aware
of itself flowing
Beautiful!
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