Some threads are like that. Strangely plain, non-events. Others, have more tension, fray more than we’d like. A handful, more funky than we think we can handle. Thin, thick, solid, patterned, smooth, textured, straight, knotted, cloth, paper, wired… They flow on their own, fine. And they could stay that way. You could use them that way. Everyone else would be none the wiser.
Once in a while though, in a sudden burst of energy, you try something different. You bring a few threads together, imagine what could be. Sometimes it’ll work, sometimes it won’t. Not for lack of trying. But once you’ve tried, you’ll remember. If you liked it, it’ll stay with you – and likely appear in reincarnated forms. If you didn’t, it’ll stay with you too – never to be attempted again!
Hmm. Threads. Many of them. Wonder which will go together.
Five Forms of Modern Prayer
I ask today, not
For happiness, salvation
Or the attainment of a distant heaven,
But the patience to savour
Your constant work in progress,
Experimental, iterative, created in
Far more than seven parts.
I ask for acceptance
That some things, we can know
Only as we do in dreams,
With dewdrop certainty
That dissolves in the morning sun.
I ask for faith, to find
Reconciliation to the reality
That sometimes, we must meander
Through the curves of a question
Mark before reaching fullstop finality.
I ask for the ability to enjoy journeys
Occasionally to moult out of my dying human skin
Understand how I am, was
And one day will be, might be, could be.
I pray for help to be large, to contain
The multitudes a greater poet spoke of,
To be kind when I realize my heart’s small,
Frail flower cannot contain eternity;
And my mustard seed mind hasn’t faith enough
To bear the weight of the world;
And my hand cannot begin to write
Into being the contradictions tapering horizonward,
Elusive as the perspective most of us never truly find.
– Aaron Maniam
[Draft version. © Aaron Maniam. 2011.]