It was 2:00 AM when a voice stirred me from sleep. Not the sound of the world outside, but a call rising from within: “Oh, the one with teeth like pearls, is it not time to rise? Has dawn not yet arrived for you? Let us go to the river for our bath. The one who is brave like a lion cub, dark as the rain clouds, and radiant as the sun awaits.” I wrote down the inner voice to shape into a contemplation that others can enter. The voice I heard is the same voice Andal gave to the Gopis—it is the eternal reminder that the divine awaits, and that we must rise to meet it.