“We walk with angels
and they are our feet.”
“‘Vibrating energy packets,’” he calls them. “‘Bundles of soul
in a world of meat.’ Early warning system–
dry skin and brittle nails;
feelings of numbness and cold;
these are symptoms; they mean something.
I see things physicians miss.
“All you have to do is open your eyes, just open your eyes,
and you’ll see: seven-eighths of everything is invisible, a spirit
inside the spirit.
The soul is rooted in the foot.
As your friend Bly says, ‘The soul longs to go down’;
feet know the way to the other world,
that world where people are awake.
So do me a favor: dream me no dreams.
A dreamer is someone who’s asleep.
“You know, the material world is infinite,
but boring infinite,” he says, cigarette in hand,
little wings fluttering at his ankles.
“And women,” he says, smacking his head,
“four times as many foot problems as men.
High heels are the culprit.
“I may be a podiatrist, but I know what I’m about:
don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t kiss ass. Truth is,
peoples’ feet are too good for them.”
– from Rosicrucian in the Basement