Feet Are Not

How small is our mind,
It weaves stories around what we have,
And what we own,
Who we see, who we touch,
Our boundaries too, are built around us,
Many times we find a strange pair of shoes,
The fit is wrong; the feet are not,
On the inside,
Where the skin brushes against the seam,
All feet are the same wanting to fit in,
Whom do we cast out, whom do we take in?
In the circle that we move,
We’ll always find ourselves standing in,
What we thought were somebody else’s shoes…

The Song Of The Sufi Masroof