The heart is a camera of sorts, freezing images in its lens to look at again and again; a reminder of why we keep on going, why we are moved, why we turn again to what is.

In the Sufi tradition, the dervishes spin a meditation.

Rumi writes:

A secret turning in us

makes the universe turn.

Head unaware of feet,

and feet head. Neither cares.

They keep turning.

The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks