A Different Type

A different type:

this seems a different type of silence, a subtle quality to it that’s not really the absence of sound as it is a fullness that allows every sound to be and emerge noted by my attention. This is the silence of the morning, with my own inner stillness matched to it now, a meeting point between the pureness of my listening and all that’s heard these early hours — or perhaps even deeper still, where there is no separate notion of listening and the distinction of sound, but only the silent nature of a primordial mind far greater than my own, and it’s from here that every thought and sound seamlessly emerges, vibrations all…

and from this, my morning world created,

it’s a different type of silence.

or maybe my listening is simply different at this hour, softer in discernment, allowing, and the morning offers no edge between this deep silence and the sounds that reach me now. This is the quality of meditation that I most cherish, everything so still, my breath hushed to the point of just a quiet motion barely sweeping through me…listening, and hearing the exactness of the morning, no labels, nothing identified as being outside of this very moment.

the morning existing, just as it is.

now.

always.

only.

indeed, it’s a different type of listening.

but really… it’s how the world is always found.

~

Peace, Eric