Poem ‘First Light’ by Ray Harris from 1982-0500 and 0600 Nirmala Yoga, Page 25

Some are awake though it's still dark
  They wander round, some bleary eyed
    As those just roused from millenia long sleep
      Whilst others sleep on regardless.
        Not even knowing that they slumber.

There are those, but few, who have always been awake;
  Who can do naught but watch wisely from the peaks
    While on the stage the new actors stumble
      With the weight of little understood insight
        In the valleys it is still dark

Not the rustle of a leaf or the twitter of a bird -
  The deep black grey of 6000 year night
    wreaks its weight on the human spirit
      as it moans wretchedly beneath the load
        of insufferable indignity

But high on the mountain tops it's already quite light
  and a distinct glow is seen in the east
    Here on these few high spots
      the night is already a bad memory
        an illusion that evaporates as mist with new day

Here you can see everything clearly as crystal
  in the incomparable brilliance of the dawn
    Here, how can you lie or deceive
      Here, it is obvious, plain, even blatant
        How could fear or corruption survive the glare!

The Angels take positions in crystal glass
  galleries of multi-rainbow hue
    painting the infinite blue backdrop
      with glittering festoon

Up here it will always be daylight
  But down there it will not much longer be night.