What comes to mind when you hear the word, "sentence"?
Is a sentence what we use to communicate?
Or, is a sentence a form of punishment?
The answer to both questions is "Yes."
Our means of communication, also punishes.
It restricts, confines, confuses.
Entraps, distorts, penalizes.
Inflicts, offends, separates.
What happened to the COMMON UNITY
that is the namesake of communication?
Poetry allows us to escape
at least some of the word-wardens.
It gives license to liberate your language.
Metaphor, verse and imagination override
stiff and stanky strangulation that mutes.
Poetry gives wings to your ideas,
and allows them to fly in raspberry skies.
Each rising Sun can be read like a book.
And these risings are also written in poetry.
They break through, as a devouring
flame that even clouds and chemtrails
cannot mask, suppress or censor.
Whatever ails or fails you, Poetry and Sunrises HELP.
Turn to them, in your own way.
Let them activate and renew you.
And don't stop until you discover
what the birds have known all along.
Start your day attuned to the Literal Light of Life.
This will enable you to shine through the obstacles
that come against you. It will teach you to be
less bothered by things beyond your control,
and more committed to things that help you roll along.
Sunrises light your path, where you find true tribe,
pleasurable purpose and peace with who you are.
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. ✍🏾