As I stepped into a crowded subway car, the conductor asked everyone to stand in and stand clear of the closing doors. After the doors closed, the conductor’s voice boomed into the subway car, “Number 6 Bronx Express.” It was so loud, it sounded like she said, “Namaste Bronx 6 Express.” I smiled at the thought of hearing I might be on a Namaste subway car.
What if as I stood in the crowed train that the light in me saw the light in you? I watched as people gave up their seats to those in need and held the doors open for others. I observed a passenger help a mother with her baby carriage and also assisted an older woman with her bags.
Yes, perhaps I was on the Namaste train. Perhaps I always am. Maybe I can make each train the Namaste Express. When I am willing to look past the façade, the light in me is the light in you.
Next stop on my train ─ peace.