How do I give voice to that which is innate, inspired, as though written in the stars, to that which I was born and meant to be? And then, somehow, clap it forth.

Who am I when all is said and done, measured, formed? Who could I be if I spoke it, wrote it, performed it, "I AM-ed" it from the heart, from the bottom, the rootedness of myself, from that well that drops down low in the belly--that well-spring, the fount, the fountain of life that is mine from which to draw forth? And danced this one moment as though from the sands of long-forgotten times.

What could it be? About my own true belief, perhaps, that which resonates when everyone else has gone home, walked out, said their peace? What rings out loud and clear come hell or high water? What do I have to offer that no one else does? What Paolo Coehlo's The Alchemist's guru-like character Melchizedek named, my "personal legend." What is my mission? My service? My calling? "The Road Less Traveled?" (Scott Peck, 1978)

When do I begin? When will I make it happen? Is it possible now? Tomorrow? Couldn't I try today to take one glorious step for myself, for hu-wo-man-kind? Haven’t others gone before me? For don’t I stand on the heads of giants who have blazed their own trails? Couldn't they guide me to my heartbeat pulsing, drumbeat drumming?

Where? Outside in the exterior world when I interact with the doorman, the woman at the newspaper kiosk, on the train, the bus, the telephone, tweet, instagram, emails, letters, conversations, marching with others for a cause?

Where? At a party, at a gathering. Is it possible in this Age of Hu-wo-man-ity, this Aquarian moment for each of us to authentically serve and be served equally? To also be true to the opposite of Aquarius that is being ignited at the same time, the Leo Lion's roar that declares, "I AM the King of my Jungle!" "The Queen of this domain, this knowingness, this art!" Meeting the other lions not from the past wound, not from my victimhood—that was really only an experience anyway that I chose up there on that platform before coming into this lifetime to have, from that I AM place that just is equal to every situation come what may.

As you ponder this, take in the sounds of the indigenous, the fluted tones of the Bayaka Pygmies that dear Louis Sarno recorded recorded for over thirty years in the jungles of the Central African Republic.