barefoot therapy,

Date:   5/31/2005 7:32:54 AM ( 19 y ago)

This is poem from my book
the Rebirth of Mother Earth
1990.

Meditating on the New Me

My feet are like the feet of ducks,
webbed, touching the earth broadly,
expansively.

I am sure-footed.
I'm feeling solid inside me.

Through the bottoms of my feet,
I make wide contact over a wide distance
sending out footnotes, radiating earth presence.
I am making a direct connection with the whole earth.

I touch the earth.
The earth is the female end of an electric socket
pugging into me;
I am the receiver and generator of life
renewing her,
with eons and eons
of energies of higher power
that hold the universe together.

I take her in small does.

A little, a little more, breathing her in,
her breathing me in.

I del with what comes up.
I let her in. I let her in.

I am among my Mother Earth's new born charges
accepting awesoe free moving power
to unlock my natural abillities.
Some body must be this.
I am the body. I am some body.

June 14, 1989
copyright, Leslie Goldman,
Your Enchanted Gardener

This was inspired by this Blog
on Barefoot Walking:
http://curezone.com/blogs/m.asp?f=309&i=5



 

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