Foot

I am never the same, one day to the next, shrinking close and down then out, out into the distance. Instead of being the universe, I fly into mind – a million drops of water reach the furthest edges. Cinderella in a mythical landscape, I am a beast. I swallow ancient cities searching for my …

How wonderful it is to be out of shoes

How wonderful it is to be out of shoes. The tops of my feet – the wind as it blows along the beach. The soles of my feet – firm, compact sand, crumbling, soft sand and all the other sands in between. The wash of the waves along the shore – gentle currents in the …

The Walk

Adventure, the unknown Art, the life of the artist becomes the work of; perhaps this day can be my work of Artist, I am a performance Back, you are always just on the point of turning; do you need to turn? Beautiful, isn't this? Bench, sometimes you may need to sit on a Ceremony, anything …

The Burning Road

When I place my foot upon the burning road I feel the heat of fire. I feel the cool of fire when I hold my foot above the icy road. But this is my road and this is my fire and this is my foot. My foot longs for the burning road of fire. * …