Softly Whispering

Softly whispering: 

I love the 4:00 a.m quiet, when only sounds of necessity are made and even those are hushed softly though the air it seems. I wake earlier still, first meditating and then yoga, easing up to the magic of this threshold between night and approaching dawn, readying myself for an hour's worth of writing. 

there's magic here, mystery.

softly whispering.

and sometimes, if lucky, a few words filter through, as if translated from silence into something I might easily understand. These become my starting theme for writing, ideas forming from those first subtle whispers of this early hour. 

it never fails.

yet only if I'm patient, listening to silence for its own sake, not to capture words, but for the benefit of simply being still, matching my pace to the slow approach of dawn. There's never any hurry to these hours, an ancient length to light's arrival, and this gives cause for me to settle in and wait, knowing that everything comes exactly as it's supposed to, as it always has, and this includes my inspiration. 

it never fails. 

yet only if I'm patient, listening to silence for its own sake.

trusting that there's magic here.

mystery.

softly whispering in tones of inspiration. 

~

Peace, Eric