The Lineage That Holds You

Sit quietly, eyes closed. Bring to mind the teachers who have shaped your inner life, your father reading from the Ramayana on Sunday mornings, your mother lighting the evening lamp, an aunt who taught you a stotram, a sant whose words have stayed with you, even if you never met them. See them standing behind you, not as ghosts but as a living chain. The dharma you live did not start with you. It walked here through their lives, and rests in your chest like a quiet heirloom. Sit at the end of that line, held.