The Meditators Lament

[pagansrule!]

Who calls my name whence I’m in thought?

When life is tame much peace is sought.



Who breaks my flow of pure dreams?

Replacing them with abrasive screams.



Who mocks my need for quiet hours?

Saying that I waste my powers.



So many minutes long since gone.

Stolen time for which I now long.



Peace alludes me like morning’s mist

Though thoughts delude, they still persist.



I yearn for places I have been,

Where my mind could be serene.



The hardest peace there is to find,

Is that which lives within the mind.



The world about us has no effect,

On just how well our minds collect.



So if in a dream a thought breaks through,

Remember that the culprits you.

[OceanStar]

wow that's really cool. I wish I could write something as good as that.

[Bhaskar]

What is this 'me' of which you speak
who is different from freedom and blissful peace?

And where is it that it can wander
to find peace outside yonder?

Seek not peace in perambulation
or in mere silent isolation

Close the eye and remove the I
shed the ego, give up the sense of "my"

Discover the peace and joy you seek
is your own self, blissful unique.

None can shake your tranquil delight
For all are rays of the same divine light.