How do we give voice to that which is innate, inspired, as though written in the stars, to that which we were born, meant to? And then, clap it forth.

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

What could it be? About our 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 we have to offer that no one else does? What Paolo Coehlo's The Alchemist's guru-like character Melchizedek named, your "personal legend." What is your mission? Your service? Your calling? "The Road Less Traveled?" (Scott Peck, 1978)

When do we begin? When will we make it happen? Is it possible now? Tomorrow? Couldn't we try today to take one glorious step for ourselves, for humankind? Others have gone before us. We stand on the heads of giants who have blazed their own trails. Couldn't they guide us to our heartbeat pulsing, drumbeat drumming?

Where? Outside in the exterior world when we interact with the doorman, the woman at the newspaper kiosk, on the train, the bus, the telephone, tweet, twitter, email, letters, conversation, marching with others for the cause? Where? At a party, at a gathering. Is it possible in this Age of Humanity, this Aquarian moment for each of us to authentically serve and be served equally? To also be true to the opposite, the Leo Lion's roar that declares, "I'm 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 our victimhood that was really only an experience anyway that we chose in this lifetime to have, but from again, 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 Global Voice's dear Louis Sarno has recorded for over thirty years in the jungles of the Central African Republic.