Every footstep
forward tells the story of life.
As ever so subtle as it may seem, the initial
contact,
the direction of its bearing, the furthering of the contact,
tells
that story loudly.
The weight bearing unfolding across the load deposited
and
the load shift itself,
is ever advancing and then retreating that dialogue.
The
twists and torques that grind as the surface-to-surface meld,
displace and
display.
Each step is as if a day in passing.
The philosophy is flourishing
through that cadence in motion.
The teetering in balance, the pitch, yaw and
roll are, as above, so below.
All injuries, physical and emotional,
are
recorded as altering with minute clarity the forward passage.
Age and gender
are camouflaged in the rhythm and the momentum offered in the pace.
No one can
read just one step.
Whatever you get as your self-account in this manner,
remember you can, in this moment, always, just walk if off . . .
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