My feet are in conversation with the Earth
Speaking clearly and deeply
Coming alive when they are free
As my spirit does
Unbound from the constricts of these shoes
I wear to appease society
I resonate with the vision they speak
To walk a life of harmony
To be in tune with ecstasy
Feeling the dynamic
Of mud squishing through my toes
Moving as one with the path beneath me
The smell of grass, the sound of birds
The lapping of water upon the shore
...I know not these when I'm far away
Nor taste of the pleasures
I have forsaken
In my quest to find you
There will come a day when we are free
Running barefoot through the fields
Of truly knowing, ever growing
Casting ourselves breathlessly
Into the tall grass amongst the waking trees
Rolling in our embracing of the dream
My feet are in conversation with the Earth...
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