Thinking v Praying
Thinking is the circular wheel, the off-shoots of which get trapped in the web of the head, every one of those tendrils of why and why not uprooting and wrapping around the axel of the mind. It’s work-trash and relationship-second-guessing, list-making, all those fears gotten up inside you in guises you can’t quite distinguish. Thinking is construction and deconstruction, taking the pieces of a puzzle and reconstituting it into something same or other over and over again. It is the worried rubbing of thumb and forefinger. It is endless.
Prayer is the open door out of your skull where the fire goes. It is a train tracked for somewhere out toward the horizon. Its assumption is Other. Off-loading, up-setting, outward bound. Prayer lets the brambles and the buds come up together as one, growing in a certain direction, and then weeding. It is the house cleaning, a fierce wind whistling. It is centrifugal. Prayer is a holding out of the built and broken pieces and saying “Here.”