In standing straight, bending
Down to touch my knees, then ending
Each raka’at in homage on the ground,
I find that spot beyond all sight or sound –
Around the body’s pivot
The moments of each day
Reach equilibrium and balance.
Stillness beyond dimension
In a fretful, twisting world.
Five times daily, some force
This is and transcends
Mass, distance, matter
Isolates that point where all life’s fulcrum meet:
Gravity suspends; perfect stability wrought
In human hands, and mind, and feet.
by Aaron Maniam, from Morning at Memory Border, Firstfruits Publications
Used with the author’s permission