Six o'clock, upon rising,
You put the music on:

Meditative beats, spiritual mantras,
Classical tunes.

It is not to fill the space;
There are voices of crickets,

Early taxis, the whistling wind.
Even the resident bird has woken up

To take its place at the corner
Of the parapet. No --

You put the music on because
Your mind is already busy crowding the day

With this and that, and the melody
Weaving its way about the hour is

The soul, with her patient nudging,
Calling out to you

To sit in her gentle presence
While the air outside quietly sheds its satin darkness.

You know she is always there,
Loving you more than  anything else

In the world. A tireless guardian, again
And again, bringing you back to

Your sacred truth.