A space

By Nicholas Hooper

A space to think
A pause, no work
A gap in mind
And nothing there
‘cept all the noise
Of distant thoughts
A crowd of needs
An army of oughts

To silence this
A quiet horse
A silent rein
That slowly rides
The circle wide
The softest earth
And leads you then
To no hard pride

No need to prove
No need to show
No need to justify
Or know
Your reason here
On this old earth
Just let it be
For love not worth



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