I cringe to take my shoes off at the door 
For fondness of the places they have gone; 
I want to keep their good vibrations “on” 
And track their magic all across the floor! 
I cringe to take my shoes off at the door. 
What are walks and jogs and journeys for, 
If not to bring some psychic juju back 
To lodgings long gone stifling and slack 
With platitudinous attitude and bore? 
I cringe to take my shoes off at the door! 
Hurray for free exchange of in with out! 
—Some grassy newness strewn across the grout 
As impetus for sojourns yet in store: 
I cringe to take my shoes off at the door! 
But whether in or out, let us explore 
Footloose in spirit, seeking all that’s best 
On earth, in life, in self—that ageless quest 
Which moves us further, deeper, evermore 
Until, reflected in our being’s core, 
We find all, passing through the inner door.