I wake at the crack of dawn to hear a bird chirping continuously outside my window. He is calling all in his center of the world to wake up. I ponder when he’ll move on as I would love to go back to sleep. Still he sings. After awhile the sound begins to drift into my mental background. Becomes part of my brains now ongoing chatter since I’m up. This is what is happening to me daily with the divine. Source energy is ceaselessly calling me to wake up, and at first I hear, but call back how lovely is my slumber. And when the call does not penetrate it begins to be a part of the din inside my head. This is why I meditate. So that I can alertly and quietly hear the call. Wake up. You have slumbered long enough.