Dawnings
a flow of something
By Nicholas Hooper
a flow of something caught my breath
and in a beat I followed where it led
and finding dark, dark halls of imagination
I paused a moment and grasped at nothing
finding no end or finish but ever open space
my mind flew in an upward trajectory
into a sky turned red from the rising sun
and found a place above where all was settled
and gloom there was none, but a bright feeling
of joy at all that was given and all that was said
and looking down I saw our beautiful earth
and a robin sang, a blackbird too, to see the dawn
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper