They tell a story,
Just take a look,
Are you heavy on the heel,
Or
Front first, Breaking the seal?

Do
You slide,
Wearing on the side?

It all becomes an unconscious act,
The pressure points,
Like a fingerprint,
On your daily stint.

Here's a little experiment,
You may wish to try,
Or not, I know there's many fish to fry,
While walking,
Observe your pressure points,
Then move them around,
From heel, to side to toes.

Breaking a routine,
Is good for the mind,
The sole's changing patterns,
You will find.

Song - "Take a Load Off Your Feet" The beach Boys.

Sun-fire clasping moonlight,
a covenant older than breath,
where king and queen entwine
in the mandorla of becoming.

Here is no fracture—
but the furnace where opposites melt,
gold with silver, spirit with flesh,
shadow kissed into flame.

This is the marriage of eternity:
the holy wound made whole,
the cosmos circling within the heart,
the Self awakening,
whispering: I am all, and all is one.