DawningsCannich fireBy Nicholas Hooper The fire troubles us Turning to dust and ashes All that we had longed for, worked for. A long red line below a huge white plume Engulfs all, consuming on its way The work of years between Humans and nature. The Black Grouse, Geenshank and Scottish Crossbill Have lost their places on the earth where We …

DawningsMistyBy Nicholas Hooper This morning a misty view caught my eye A typical Cotswold picture of cottages scattered in green And my mind was led to thoughts of artists Who painted these scenes of idyllic beauty But for what reason? Do we yearn for this picture on our doorstep? I dreamed of churches so large that I got lost like …

DawningsI fear I mayBy Nicholas Hooper I fear I may be losing my feeling of equanimity As this world becomes increasingly steered by profanity The fires, the wars, the crooks that gamble with our security See no future, just the power and money, tis the end of our humanity Wondering where the peace that settled in my mind has gone …

DawningsSlowly, gentlyBy Nicholas Hooper Slowly, gently, petal by petal, the flower opens, welcoming the sun that guided it. The awakening bee, sensing the nectar, flies buzzily, brushing the pollen, and soon another flower will be born. —————← Read PreviousRead Next →About Dawnings: “Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation …

DawningsThe trapBy Nicholas Hooper Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in his world. He imagined all sorts of things: spirits, ghosts, Martians, whispering trees, and he lived in a garden full of adventures. As he grew older he was taken away from his paradise to a normal house in a normal world, and it wasn’t long …

DawningsTo tigerBy Nicholas Hooper And so I am to tiger now Writing notes to show her face Into her mouth I must to dare And risk her teeth my flesh to tear Her beauty sings a raga now Of notes and modes so strange to me Of India’s old and noble song Please God, please God don’t get it wrong …

DawningsWhile the lion waitsBy Nicholas Hooper While the lion waits at our door and we humans chase our tails round and round, round and round, the fires rage all round the earth, the gases surge and fill the sky, they make no sound, they make no sound. And selfish nature in a trap gives us excuse to hide our heads …

DawningsFriendshipBy Nicholas Hooper Come in from the cold and in that moment, welcome. Talk for a while and in that time, share: thoughts, emotions, ideas, history. The warm cup of friendship is a rare thing, so sip it carefully, thoughtfully, wholesomely. That time is brief but in its rhythm, mountains are bourn, fences laid low, rivers are forded, and there, …