Old Soles

Old shoes, old schools

My soul felt through my walking feet

The earth speaks to me

Her calling me

I take my shoes off and I walk

Walk on ground walked by thousand, millions

Millions have left there imprints

on the ground I walk on

The hero’s journey always begins with a long walk.

Energy pushes through the soles of my feet.

My true home atop dusty feet.

It goes up my bare legs

Past my hips and through the germinating ground

To the seat at my chest

The seat of my soul

This is my small affirmation to life

to leave deep footprints of my own

to be a legacy in the air I exhale

to breathe the air that contains the cells of all that

is 

was

and will be.

I have made this walk before

I breathe the same air as Albert Einstein, Maya Angelo and Motown

I breathe Ella Fitzgerald and Michael Angelo, Mozart and Beethoven,

I breathe the Mata Hari and the Gypsy King, Tutankhamen and Nefertiti

I breathe Buddha and Ghandi, and Mohammad and Christ

And I walk with Lord Shiva at my side.

Down the winding streets of my chosen cities

Past old cars and cemeteries

Past busses and restaurants

Past two old ladies, past trees and bicycles

Past dogs and scurrying squirrels and cats

Past sign posts and bus stops

And I breathe the air shared by Billy Holiday and Janis Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix and Led Zeplin

I breathe Joseph Campbell and Stephen Hawking

Stephen King and Sarah Vaughn

I walk

 

I walk past troubled moods and troubled skies

Troubled thoughts

I walk to untangle and multiply

Ideas and structures

Pathways in

corners

of my mind

 

I walk into the wild spaces.

dark, rich, forested areas and

Explore pathways I haven’t travelled before.

And I breathe in the medicine man and ancestors

Witch doctors, gargoyles and Goblins

I breathe mythic gods of creation

I breath my family and friends,

And I walk with La Calavera (Godmother Death) at my side

 

I walk past school grounds and junk yards,

Beggars and rich men

Past oceans and old habits

Past old thought patterns

and old worn out strategies

I renew

I reinvent

I begin again

 

I breathe air shared by shamans and priests

Villains and heroes

I breathe songs never sung

And thoughts never realized

I breathe peace of mind and the Dali Lama

Tina Turner and Jim Henson, Dr. Suess and Carl Jung

Clarissa Pinkola Estes and Freda Khalo

I breathe Dizzy Gillespie, Nina Simon and David Suzuki

I breathe Dr. Martin Luther King, Dr. Andrew Weil, Leonardo Da Vinci

Malcom X and Krishnamurti, Marilyn Monroe and Margret Atwood,

Marion Woodman and Jean-Michael Basquiat

and I breath and I walk

With old soles

at my side.

 

 

Reviews

[Petra Vlah]

One of the best poems I read in a very long time. I love the connection you feel walking through history or man kind, trough past and present. This is inspiring me to post here a poem I wrote about human connection and I hope you will get a chance to read it

[The Blood Poet]

Thank you for the amazing review. Looking forward to reading more of your work.

[lee von cleef]

With old soles at my side. To give grace back to life , a very good way to live ,thank you for sharing.

[The Blood Poet]

For me its the only way to live. Thanks for the review. I appreciate it.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[The Blood Poet]

Thanks for the review. I was a pleasure to share...finally.

[Sami Khalil]

You are most welcome...:)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Very progressive piece... felt like i was walking with you, that truly was a journey. Well done!

[The Blood Poet]

Thanks for the review. As a writer we all travel similar paths; the path of the pen.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

That we do.

[Brittney]

I really love your perspective in this, and the grounded feeling your writing expresses. A very interesting poem(:

[The Blood Poet]

Thanks for your wonderful review. Nice to meet you.