Dawnings
Catalyst
By Nicholas Hooper
For a moment, I caught it
Then like a smooth-scaled fish
It swam out of my grasp
And all I had was the memory
In that moment was awareness
So complete, so simple, so small
No need for the big wide world
Just the itch of a hair or creak of a knee
What brought about that change?
That moment when head and body were one
Was it ‘let go of everything?’
Or was it ‘grasp the truth of now?’
But like the fish, it swam out of my hand
Into a lake of nothingness
And leaving a faint message:
‘This can be done for this moment’
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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