Without Sandals I Trod Poem by Chuy Amante

A Wayfarer I have been
who is here
and cannot be seen

Most, on this spherical carpet of treachery, feet are protected.
'Careful' now don't trip, slip..., fall or get infected!

So with bound feet, separated, they travel Mother,
binding themselves well, and then their brother

Careful now, don't absorb Mom's dirty dirt!
That is only foul and can only stink and hurt

Sacred are the feet that tread the mountain tops of salvation
Assuredly, unshod, no fear no trepidation- ~~~~~~possible...

Possible that in paradox hides,
how silently a love-runner, shoeless, perfectly abides!

Take off thy protectors, they are a trick
they are rejectors, don't fall for it.

Pull off the old, hot, smelly shoes you wear,
A New World exists for the understanding un-impared

Shoelessly run happy just as a child
Unshod, you'll see the Truth,
it's sublime, liberating, wild!

Holy are the Little Ones,
who laugh, who smile
no cares, no shoes,
living it, God style!