The abstract lacks the kind of holy integrity that is the stuff of honesty and I don’t want to be in the lofty so Ill say it softly- beginning with the feet…
Toes dig just a bit below the surface enough to get dirty while grounded and sturdy. The transferance of energy in those paws is what keeps you going without knowing what holds you up and balanced while you have only a clue of what to do. And how to walk not to mention pursue a woman or man that is stumbling too…
I think honesty begins with our toes dear, in the moments you begin to fear that digging in might steer us closer to the present. But this is where we meet Presence itself, his feet dusty dirty reminding us the earth is still good evoking a kind of journey high and low young and old because we are two on one road marked by the new…
So when I walk lifting these anchors I leap out to the sea in a still wake that lets me rise and open my eyes looking up to the lofty skies while emerged gently. I can feel steady pressure against me inviting a breath I can see and even hear echoing in my ears….
But heaven and earth have tied a knot in this world where the distance between us has swirled down to the ground just below the surface of the lake where I wait for you to take hold with your feet first…
