It feels good
To be in this room
The room that I visit morning and night
The brick wall is dark and cold
As part of the wall is underground
It doesn't deter me
I see that as my cave
A place that protects me from all physical distractions
A quiet place, nurturing souls
For spiritual practise

I walk
Footsteps synchronising with the chants
I hold on to the wooden hand drum
One beat on the drum
Is one step of the way
One step towards serenity of mind

Practise
One step at a time, Amitabha
One chant at a time, Amitabha
One thought at a time, Amitabha

Amitabha!
Amitabha!
Amitabha!

Clock ticks
Minds settle
Wooden drum, steps, chants
All together
Become one sound
The sound of Amitabha!