A Deeper Silence

A deeper silence still: 

if only for the silence, -and that's reason alone for me to wake so early, with meditation seeming to happen almost on its own, slipping easily into a keen awareness of even my most subtle thoughts, relaxed, listening...a deeper silence still. This is where sounds reach me with a bare notice as to what they are, or where they might originate from, everything arising completely free from my previous label of identification, simply existing, if only for a moment, as a morning note never once heard before. 

a deeper silence still.

this is just sitting, even before my formal practice begins, the morning's own magic drawing me in, urging to me to listen to the quiet hours that it offers. The mantra then comes softly to me, almost unbidden, as if belonging to theses hours too, simply part of this listening, a subtle note within this deeper silence. It's all so perfect, the easiness of morning, how everything awakens on it's own, from first touch of light to earliest birdsong, it's a seamless flow of dawn. 

yes, there's magic here, ancient, found only in the place where things exist between worlds, not quite settled into a realm entirely of its own. It's a magic only for those who listen, rising early to its embrace, comfortable in these places of between. This is where dreams exist, reality never being as expected, hidden worlds being fluid to our awareness. Yet more so, it all seems so complete ordinary as well, having always existed this way and we've simply slept through its notice. 

it's a deeper silence still, found in the earliest of hours, well before first hint of dawn, and it urges me awake each morning, a soft, quiet call to wake and listen, just to listen, nothing more...

and I do. 

~

Peace, Eric