On Kneeling and Kissing the Ground

Sometimes? The only way to show reverence is by the lifting of one's face to the warm kiss of the sun, delighting in the profound blue of the sky, marveling in the broad feathery brush strokes of clouds, breathing deeply of the crisp winter air and reveling in the simple yet perfect joy of that moment.

Sometimes? Even dead blossoms still whisper echoes of their beautiful and glorious past and prophecy hope in the resurrection to come if you will only be patient for Spring, who will surely return no matter how bleak the world may now look.

Sometimes? Savoring a quesito and cup of cafe con leche on a park bench accompanied by that book of mystical poetry you haven't been able to put out of your mind for days is one way to kneel and kiss the ground.

"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