My soles and my soul

This sole has tread on the holy ground of Krishna’s youth, and this sole has danced a dance with Mayan women to thank her mother Earth for the life giving water. This sole has followed the foot steps of brave Waldensians escaping the inquisition. This sole has carried me to the tops of mountains and through deserts painted red. It has forced me forward when I wanted to stop. This sole has danced salsa barefoot and linked me to generations before me dancing the traditional dances of Piedmonte. This sole has led me into dangerous places. It has brought me into oceans and through crowded city streets. These soles have turned inward in prayer to the deity and outward in the most artificial stance of dance. This sole has carried me through races and anchored me to the earth in the most tranquil of yoga poses. This sole has been dirtied by the blood of the earth and washed clean by the tears of the sky. This sole has guided me home in dark nights and carried others to safety in moments of chaos. This sole has held me safely in place and has been a cursed anchor as I urged to fly. This sole has been wrapped in the brown gold of the Earth. Perhaps most importantly these soles have carried this soul around the world and finally to a place of happiness and tranquility.