Take off your sandals,
let the cool ground sift
between your toes. The wind
will comb your tangled hair,
the flaming sky caress your skin.
Take off those sandals, come
close to the earth and rest; speak with me
and I will listen,
and you will hear
clear as the bright autumn air:
I am here with you.
Touch, unguarded,
the surface of this place.
Do not shrink back; come near to me
so I can whisper
in your ear, your face against mine,
nothing to keep me from you.
Take off your sandals, friend,
you are standing on holy ground.
