Like magnets locked in a tight embrace

Feet hold onto their birthplace

Foundation of the body’s asset, appearing graceful

And standing firm by the mind, even if it isn’t peaceful

There’s innate balance, in Nature

Our feet mimic that behavior

They cannot shuffle to the past

Or run to the future, that’s forecast

These appendages stay grounded

For a lifetime of steps, that can’t be counted

Heads may be held high only if the feet stay low

They remain so, even as we grow

When humility hangs in balance

Feet still stand, by the mind that leaves silence

Sinking into the mind’s quicksand

Awareness and feet, are trapped in no man’s land