Just Listening

Just listening:

what's heard is seamless, sound inseparable from the stillness of its hold, and my own surrender to the listening. It's all one thing, a singular participation of aspects of the whole, with parts played to their perfection. There is no effort here, no performance of command. It's just listening, the simplicity of receiving the music of the world. 

to hear, it's my first meditation of the day, an inquiry of what arrives before my need to label - this, is original listening, early morning, and hearing the soft song of dawn. What comes to me is sound, familiar, yet never heard as this before. Each note is new. There is no act of listening, my ears don't strain to catch a sound. I wait, joined as stillness, and the morning plays for me. 

later, sometimes in an instant, it's all described - birds offering an early song, solitary cars softened by their distance, my own rhythm of heart and breath added to it all. But before I add my thought to this, it's just listening, pure, seamless, whole. 

my morning is received. 

this is how it always happens, every sound, that is all emerges from a silent hold, no reach to find ears, but simply left to hang through air, and coincide with where we are. What we hear is seamless, our own belonging played as sound. 

just listening...and we receive the world.

~

Peace, Eric