Satya

The Fable of the Naked Truth.

One morning, while Truth skinny-dipped,

Old Falsehood found where she had stripped.

That liar stole her royal robe

And strutted in it round the globe.

But Truth was pure and would not wear

The rags that Falsehood left her there.

From that day onward she went bare,

Clad only in the sun and air.

Exposing all to all she greets,

Who fall for falsely dressed deceits,

The Naked Truth with glory gleams,

Dispelling Falsehood’s charming schemes.

Although its wrap looks safe and sound,

Not all that seems is truly bound.

The garb of Truth can fool the wise,

When it is worn as a disguise.

But morning doesn’t fight with night.

It simply says, “So long!” with light.

Just so, deception from a lie

Must go at Naked Truth’s “Good-bye!”

— David L. Hatton

The practice of Satya is one of the foundations of yoga called The Yamas. What it is to tell the truth. To be trust worthy. To cultivate self trust. To live from the naked truth.