Early in the morning, the cool breeze beckons.
The darkness envelops you as you make your way through the soft grass,
and the worn away steps, feel soft to the feet.
Nature still sleeping on the surface.
The still bright stars against the dark blue sky.
Somewhere, there is the cry of a bird which wakes up before its time.
The silence and the tranquility envelopes.
Murmurs around you, as you approach the glowing lights .
Light which beckons you to surrender,
Give up to the unknown, the mystical.
Leaving the shoes outside, you enter the abode of the Gods,
The bells ring, the smell of incense fills the air.
The early morning chants to wake up the denizens of the heavens.
There is a resounding echo in the heart,
Responding to the magic and the peace and the call of the
Absolute to the spirit.
Abiding in that abode of the seeker, the wanderer,