Dawnings
Vanished
By Nicholas Hooper
One moment it’s there,
the next it’s gone.
Vanished.
Where are my feet?
Where are my legs?
Where is the beat of my heart when I breathe?
Where is my breath as I keep alive?
Vanished.
In a thought, in a moment, I don’t know where I am,
I can’t see, I can’t hear, so deep is that thought
and in that moment I have
vanished.
So breathe and feel the aches….
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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