When the hands of your journey reach down to guide
and that still small voice says you failed
Remember your shoes that have come through it all
Their laces have helped you prevail
One store gave you shoes of the rarest kind
Not only to try on but wear
One gave you shoes just like all the rest
To judge if life has been fair
The rarest of shoes are made from truth
And can walk you through any test
Through winds of lies and perceptions of men
This shoe lifts you over the best
I’ve had shoes from my mother and shoes from my dad
Shoes from my lovers and friend
Shoes that planned future and how it would be
Shoes that stood still tied together at ends
Always remember our journeys not measured
By those who stare down at our feet
Who are baffled by color, religion or sect
Or judge who our shoes help us meet
Wherever your journey may take you in time
Wear shoes that best suit you
The rarest of men whoever prevailed
Knew it came in the truth of their shoe
I wonder if heaven is really a place
Where our personal journeys complete,
And the shoes we wore here suddenly become
The truth that shines on our feet

Surround me with an Atmosphere of ease

Embrace me to the sensations of tenderness and love

My feelings have known humidity before
As if all would restrict me eventually
What gardener grows a crop of thick skin anyways

I looked-for one
I bargained for one
To cover me

Until I recognized

Feeling
is
The echo following the process of purpose
The atmosphere outside my human vision

And is
never limited to only one view
or choice

just remember to put your heart into it.