A sense of quiet:
there’s a sense of quiet now, a deeply settled feeling of stillness being at the heart of all matter even through the midst of motion, and I am simply an extension of this pattern. It’s early, well before birds give consideration to song, no sounds but the thought of mantra whispering past, until this too vanishes to the morning hush.
my world is seamless.
this is the value of early meditation, to easily match my inner state to the world at large and rest within this grand awareness. I enjoy this sense of quiet, knowing how briefly it will settle, that soon the world will wake with activity and my own mind will busy with the thoughts of the coming day. Indeed my world is seamless even then, matching the greater motion of morning as it gathers in momentum, busier, filled with plans and thoughts for the hours just ahead. I hold this edge of silence through the day, grown more subtle, but still and always present. Yet nothing is quite the same as this early morning stillness and its seamless reach across the world.
a deep and utter sense of quiet.
and this is where I write from, immediately from meditation to the page, seamless too, and the sense of quiet given to the words. I will continue writing through the day, inspiration is often sudden and my pen is always ready to receive. But this hour now is truly special for me, holy even, as no filter exists between my mind and the source of inspiration. This is the hour of spirit, whispering for poets to awake and interpret the silence that is heard.
it’s the hour of our listening.
a deep and seamless sense of quiet.
it’s the hour of the soul.