Through Listening

Through listening:

through listening - and every sound arrives to me, no effort of my own, and the morning wakes from a silent hold. Each day begins this way, by different sounds, but still the familiar drift of vibrations reach me - birds in tentative early call, cars distant in travel, weather hinting of the day. The world stirs, a gentle hum of living, and something from the depth of me responds. 

I wake. 

there's something about these mornings, the easiness of their arrival, and how they prompt my eyes to open to the day. The world tells me of itself through listening, and at the still point of this earliness I am most receptive, able to hear it's quiet voice, soon lost to the rush of busy days. 

each morning I listen, and even before I register that this so - sounds come to me so subtle through stillness, as if there's no rush that I awaken, but still a wish to make their presence known. The first note of everyday tells me I'm alive, and more so that I belong to the world in a meaningful way. The morning is telling me its secrets, whispering life, urging me to give myself to this listening.

and I do...through listening, I participate with the day, providing my own wakefulness to whatever sound finds its way to be me, eager to be heard. I contrast my own stillness, original in its abiding silence, and how every sound just seems to appear within its hold, as if waiting for that cherished note alone. I am active in my listening, but still, and always, without effort. 

the world comes to me to be heard.

all I have to do is...listen. 

~

Peace, Eric