I don't care where you walk to
not yet anyways
just place your sole down to kiss the rugged layers of soil
Let it bite you.
Let it burn you.
Let it pierce your skin that you smell the blood you are walking on.
Walk until your feet are sure of who you are becoming,
until you can rest down the whole of your body,
close to your magnificent feet and know you are resting next to a god.
Wear shoes or don't
walk far enough that it won't matter anymore
bring water or don't
know thirst that no drink could ever quench
come with others, or all alone.
Either way you will know aloneness to the core of your bones.
Have you ever walked with no where to go to?
no reason to walk? no time to return?
Have you ever left not knowing when, and IF you will return?
I am thinking of the way we leave every day,
set out into our world of things to do and lives to ruin.
Of the way we live just outside of our own universe
orbiting around our own center
instead of standing in it.
I am thinking of the way the aboriginals made it essential
to take walkabout
when they needed to listen
for an answer
that was not yet ready to arrive
that we were not yet ripe
I am thinking of the way turtles
get a bad rap
for going so slow.
I am thinking of my feet
and how lovely they are
and how much they know
things like what the earth tastes like when it rains
and how the stars feel when they explode
and what sounds the northern lights make
from deep down below it all
below the sun, below the moon
below the stones in my throat where a voice
is singing silently a new song
below my heart beating in my womb
a place yet to become a home
to another set a of feet
set down to this earth
to discover its own intimate dance
with solid ground.