I just found a clue
There is a crack in my shoe
But it is buried in my space
All smirks on my face.
Surrounded by the crowd of all sorts and hue
I moved with the folks, sang one and other few
Celebrations and wines to surround
Lights and ecstasy to view all around.
But I could listen to the tunes of silence
In the loudness of the night & its blues
I could listen to the rhythms of the absence
Well, because there was a crack in one of my shoes . . .
Joys and dances,
Cheers and waves,
Taps and ballets,
Glitters and shines,
Somehow the world was full,
Yet, I stared like a fool.
Certainly, there was a crack in my shoe!
The void from within was calling
Knocking and longing
That was the crack – hurting
It was the one that was lost in its seeking.
Self was buried deep, forgotten with time
Strangely in the loudness, it could chime
It would stare like a fool & make a silent shout
All as if knew, my self couldn’t figure out . . .
From the crack as if
the light broke out
All I needed was just me
was a call out
The content, the bliss, the shine
all a part of me
Crowd & music was not the one I longed for
within I was divine.
There was a crack in my shoe!
To let me see & hear –
lows and highs
yellows and blues
loudness and pauses
To embrace either when near . . .
The cracked shoe . . . led me to the true!