giving thanks

when one needs to contemplate exactly what it means to be a settler
and be a capitivator of imaginations
or a martyr of good hopes
this must be time to give thanks
this planet deserves as much, if not explicitly more.
I tremble because I am unsure what path this world will charter soon. I tremble because I think the end may be just as near as the new beginning. I tremble because my writing style has faded with the autumn colours – but whoa, such colours!

I tremble because this time of year remains a miracle in my heart. Everytime I get through this period, it means life is living. It means I am living. I tremble because music can be a symphony for the seasons, and the seasons a symphony for spiritual bliss. I tremble because the concept of spiritualism no longer threatens me. If anything, grasshoppers’ hopping on my body threatens me more. I tremble because conviction envies what hard resolve I have to completion. I can actually calculate my earnings in moments of sanctity and thoughtful walks through pedestrian crossings on busy intersections. I can actually see the light in this tunnel even when headlights and the sun’s rays like to confuse from what direction it’s actually coming.

I tremble because I am starting to truly recognise my fortunes. I am wealthy beyond most in wisdom, yet I am wealthy beyond few in material good. I am wealthy beyond most in reason, but I am wealthy beyond few in direction. I am wealthy beyond many in ignorance, but I am wealthy beyond few in bliss.

I tremble because I realise how money no longer binds me to anything, anyone, any brand, any corportation, any state, any ideology. I tremble because I can see the destruction this power beholds.

I tremble because my happiness is finally taking shape, after months of what seemed like self-discovery gone awry. I tremble because I am so thankful for so much, and yet I tremble to vocalise this thanks.

I tremble because I am here. I tremble under the magnitude of that responsibility.