"Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, but don't move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
--Rumi
I do not give thanks enough, to anyone. My shameful motif is one of ingratitude. How could I not have recognized and acknowledged an ascension to glory, from any perspective?
I believe: to see an earthrise would be tantamount to having been present at the Resurrection: sunken cheeks catching the light from the hollows of a tomb, a man's body swelling and breaking into divinity above some imperceptible horizon.
While I am not a religious person by any means, frequently I feel tugged by some gust or another to either side of an unattainable equilibrium. But perhaps that vacillating is too visceral an instinct to attribute to the distinctly human invention of religion. The basic ebb and flow of earthrise and earth-tides must be the source.
I believe: this is one way to kneel and kiss the ground.