Without Sandals I Trod

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!