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.