“Put on the armor of wakefulness,”
said the ancient Buddhist master
“I try to avoid militaristic metaphors,”
I replied primly, adjusting my ego
as it draped in luxurious folds
he quirked an eyebrow
and took a glance at my life
“strengthen your spam filters,”
he snapped and then relented
“let each breath in be a bell
calling you to wake up
to this moment”
“okay, but I gotta write this blog post,”
I protested, proud of my commitment
to what I thought was exertion
“speedy busyness,” he sighed sadly
shaking his head as he returned
to his cave and his cushion
ready to touch the ineffable

In your journal:
write a conversation between yourself and a voice of ancient wisdom