The sacred is not found,
it is embodied.
You and me, we are the living temples.
Our mouths, the chalice.
Our eyes, the windows.
Our hearts, the doors.
And with our hands
we write the songs that get heaven's attention,
and we write the sermons that seize the sleepy:
"Rest later. You don't want to miss this."
So we must use the power of our ink
as if the world is waiting to be roused
and relieved of its cynicism,
because it is.
Be like Gutenberg, my friend...
fire up your press, and publish your perspectives.
Type, click, print, push 'send', hit 'OK'.
Get your ideas, and ideals, out there.
It's time. Don't you hear the bells ringing?
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.
But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."
Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.
(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)
The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."
This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.
And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.
For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾