A Call Into Morning Poem by Champaben Mistry

There are people sleeping, and
I arise.
Blessed by the sun streaming in.
Its daylight,
A call to awakening.

The day is not yet drawn.
The time not fixed.
This new day awaits.
I embrace it with delight, joy and pleasure.

The open skies call,
The meadows awaken my senses.
I move in symphony with what I know.

You listen, I listen.
I breathe, I take the road,
Of greatest balance, peace and harmony.
Your love everywhere and every-when,
So, now I am not alone.

(Sunday 30 April 2006, Bolton, UK)