Friday, August 27, 2021

The Moment when the Morning Breaks

 

 Original Post: Kedy sa začína ráno?

In nature, transformations take place gradually and smoothly. The world is round after all and ruled by cycles. The end slowly blends into the beginning and the beginning into the end. One would think that we cannot even determine the boundaries sometimes, and if we can, they are as fine as sand and unassuming as a snowdrop; we don't even notice them.

For example, the turning point of night into day. When does the morning break? Is it when the sun's disk begins to climb above the horizon, and first shadows appear? Or is it when the dark starts to fade even before the sun rises? Or when the sky begins to lighten before the dark begins to fade?

You may have guessed it already; and if you have ever spent the night awake, you have a first-hand experience, and you know how magical it is.

Because the beginning of the day cannot be seen, but heard. It starts with the first birdsong.

Whether you are in nature, in a city or village, you can always hear it. The one herald of the morning always goes solo for at least ten to twenty minutes before the others start to join in. It is something that never ceases to amaze me. I have so many questions.

First of all - how does it know that the morning is breaking and the sun is about to rise? It always starts singing when it is still completely dark. Not even the sky is lightening up yet. Does the "all knowing" science have any explanation for this? The bird never starts exactly o'clock sharp every morning; its timing varies as the days shorten and lengthen.

Is it always the same bird that starts to sing? Or does the bird community in your immediate neighbourhood have a precise schedule of services, hung on the largest tree, that the entire society of birds follows? How come that one bird always goes solo for twenty minutes; why don't the other birds join in after a minute or two?

Every single morning, in complete darkness, before the daylight begins to gather, a bird starts to sing. Every morning. Without exception. The cycle of nature and perpetual movement forward summed up into one warble. The subtle change in nature – night blending into day, that most people don't notice or sleep through.

If the „darkest night is just before dawn“, then the deepest silence is just before the first birdsong. It is exactly the silence, the contrast of sound and absence of sound, that attracts our attention. In the middle of a summer day, when the air is filled with sounds (bird and non-bird ones), everything merges into the background of our perception. But in the silence of the night, the birdsong is like a pearl in coal. Glittering, magical and rare.

They say that silence reveals what is hidden inside us. It forces us to listen. Our heart, ego, conscience; the silence can support and deepen the good and beautiful in us, it can connect us with the Creator and everything around us, and be a blessing, but it will also reveal the nakedness of our soul if it's empty, sad, or filled with trash. That's why people tend to avoid silence and drown it out with any sound. They don't want to face themselves.

 If the silence is empty or filled with darkness and fear, remorse or hopelessness, the birdsong can disrupt it, put it in a new perspective. The first sound of a bird's voice vibrates through the air, and the night no longer seems to be static, but starts moving into the day. The darkness is no longer alarmingly dense, even though the dawn has not yet appeared. The message of light and a new beginning commences; a new hope, a new opportunity.

Isn't darkness in us really just a slowed-down, muddied light? In addition to panic and despair, are depressions not an aversion to any activity? Sleepless nights filled with the feeling of meaninglessness of everything, when a person does not want to get up and face the day. Darkness, silence, stillness - and then a bird warbles into it. With such vigor and energy, that one has to wonder. It sounds absurd and out of place when it contrasts with the lethargic inertia in our soul – but that's good, because it can help to dispel darkness and stagnation in us, take our minds off some things, and awaken something. Where does the will to sing in that bird come from? How come that I'm lacking it? How can I recover it again? It's not just a cliché, those are existential questions that delve deep into the heart in times of need. And they can save lives.

How poetic that the night concludes with a birdsong.

It doesn't belong to the night, it's a pioneer of the day. Never misses a morning. Never takes a day off. Never wastes any time. Its singing resonates in the human soul, that listens. It is an expression of constant movement in creation, which does not cease even for a minute. When you listen to a singing bird, you are in fact listening to the Creator, to His power which flows through everything and drives everything.

The only thing that separates us from this force is the lack of our longing, our will to be connected with it. If you hear a bird singing after a bleak wakeful night, and it awakens a desire in you to be like it, to find the will to "sing" every day, and that longing is earnest, pouring straight from your heart – hold it, look after it like a seed which must sprout. Let it grow and become a daily prayer, even though you may not know how to fulfill it at first. It will attract so much blessing and help from the Light that you will be amazed. Every willingness for goodwill sounds the joy of the angels as in the parable of the prodigal son. You were lost, and now you are found...

There are many voices that demand our attention. This trying time is in full swing and the voices, both inner and outer, often shout over each other and are confused. If you're considering which one's worth listening to, let it be the One that drives the cycle of nature, the One that never misses a morning. The One that is eternally reliably present, everlasting, constantly whispering and listening, dwelling deep in your heart; the One that will be lead you out of darkness and bring happiness, and heavenly peace. Only He has the answers to every question. Only He brings real life that never withers.

So many people still don't understand it. They don't understand that there is no other way. Because "another way" means to be disconnected from the flow of Life. Our future is either in Him or not at all. The choice is ours.

That is the time when the morning breaks. When we decide to listen and follow Voice, which is Eternal, and tune in to His melody. When we make our spirit moving.

They say the greatest darkness is just before dawn. A bird spends it in peace, with a song in its beak. Following the bird's example, let us not wait for the first rays of the sun, but sing in the dark, attuned to Creator, and thus summon the dawn. Help is here for everyone of pure heart who asks for it. The opposite of fear is trust.

 

© Ludmila  

 

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