The Meditators Landscape In Time Of Turmoil Poem by Amala Comer

The busy world of constant chatter,
bustling crowds on sidewalks clatter,
a thorn in our harmonious side.
With nowhere left to roam
the monkey mind has no home,
time to look far and wide
travel in the landscape
of the meditators mind.

Undisturbed we have time to dream
of sweet cascading mountain streams,
meadows lush and green
with summer blooms
to dispel the gloom
and banish thoughts of fear.
Gentle drops of pale moonlight
a glorious and heavenly sight,
they calm the mind
and work to bind
our love of each other.

Rest within a high retreat,
restore the gentle, loving beat
of mind in quiet repose.
No thoughts of "I" or of those
who seek to change
the limitless range
of this welcome sense of peace