Namaste, he says with a chosen smile

It’s the thing to say these days

when you are secular spiritual

 

Namaste, she replies

trading smug for trite

(though she is better looking)

 

They have the speech

of those in the know

Totes’ he winks

Totes’ she grins

And they move on

Gloating in their rendition

 

If only

If only they knew

If only they knew the gravity of their words

 

To say: Namaste

Is to: Bow to your holiness

And actually did

 

The impermanence of

Saying the right thing

Looking the right way

Knowing the right words

would disappear into white noise

 

Nothing would be left

save for the other

And we would

bow in supreme reverence