My Raw Unscripted Life

The body is a quiet tongue, speaking in the skin,
Reporting on the climate of the spirit held within.
It is the measurement, the math, the steady, honest gauge,
The ink that writes the truth across the muscles’ living page.
If the joints are swollen, if the breath is coming short,
It is the inner being sending back a sharp report.

To be out of alignment is to carry heavy weight,
To feel the body tightening beneath a crushing freight.
A rash, a pain, a clouded eye—these are not just “ill,”
But signals that you’re forcing life against your own soul’s will.
When the job is not the source, but you work a thousand hours,
The body flags the spirit’s flag and drains the spirit’s powers.

But look at how the mirror shifts when alignment is the lead:
The limbs begin to loosen, and the heavy thoughts recede.
Flexibility returns, the endurance starts to climb,
As the physical and spiritual begin to move in time.
No drug can match the frequency, no pill can find the spark,
That comes from finally lighting up the places that were dark.

So listen to the vessel, to the strength and to the ache,
For it knows the very moment that you bend or that you break.
When you are light and flowing, when you are strong and free,
Your body is the evidence of who you’re meant to be.
Trust the source within you, let the alignment be your guide,
And the body will reflect the God you carry deep inside.