2007 On With The New

2007 has dawned! I am travelling light. In my mind are the unbroken lines of scripture. God has not given me a spirit of fear but of power and love and a sound mind. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I hope my resolutions and resolve will help you as well. In any case, you are a good companion if you will walk silently with me, pray, laugh, cry and commiserate. Write back if you wish but only to cheer me on because honestly, it is not easy. But we have decided to hold on to the dream. As per, the poet Langston Hughes:

By Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.


In line with the family resolve, we watched a movie, “The Pursuit of Happyness” – a story about a man who held on to his faith and climbed out of poverty, homelessness and despair to amazing heights. It depressed my husband because our climb as a family seems not quite over, yet… but I have that ‘child-like’ faith that God says to have and hold on to. We’ll be at the top of the staircase too, methinks.

We have to have dreams. Dreams are what characterize America and the people of the world. What makes America distinct is the American Dream. I wrote my poem “The Malaysian Dream” to ask myself and other Malaysians, if ever there was one common dream for the people of Malaysia like there seems to be here, in the United States?

There are only two kinds of people in the world now in my opinion. Dream makers/lovers and killers of the dream. Will Smith who plays Chris Gardner quotes Jefferson in the pursuit of happyness. (delibrately misspelt that way). Coming out of Malaysia – where a peculiar and perverse racism prevails -I always thought it ought to be ‘life, liberty and the pursuit of Truth’ but having watched this movie…I have changed my mind. The pursuit of happiness is as lofty a goal as the truth. If ever I run into Mr. Chris Gardner on whom the story is based, I will shake his hand and thank him for the lesson.

This year, I shall do all things to strengthen my resolve to write my way to freedom and bring freedom to Malaysia. Some day I hope to see the Malay Muslim stronghold in Malaysia broken and indeed be invited back to Malaysia as her poet laureate by a man I would like to see elected by the people as Prime Minister of Malaysia – Mr. Lim Guan Eng. No, Mr. Lim is no relation, we have not made each other’s acquaintance and this is not political croniyism. I am just a poet. One of the mob of damn’d scribbling women described by the American writer Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Here in the United States, I will continue to read, write, reflect and perform my work. We need new poets, writers, thinkers and journalists. As my Colorado poet-friend Joseph Hutchinson said, it may be painful and difficult for me right now, but if I walk over to the other side, the journey, the poetry, the writing will give us all some valuable lessons, possibly good poetry and great insights. This year:

Read the good book.
Hold fast to the dreams.
Put on your seat belt.
Buy and plant flowers.
Speak French,German, Tamil and English and …..ok. write a pantun.
Write poetry.
Wear polka dots
Run…like Chris Gardner……………


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