Little by little

By Nicholas Hooper

Little by little,
Learning and yearning
For that space beyond thought.
When thought stops, so do I,
And in that moment
Truth comes.

No lie, it seems
As breath and body
Find a way to just be in quietness
And listen, listen to this world
And fade the pictures
In your mind.

Sometimes water
Flows like silver on a plain
And spreads out sideways and forwards
Forever glistening in the light from above
And gradually, little by little
Thins out to be nothing
But a mist past.



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