New Poems by Sangharakshita
This section contains recent (1999-2002) poems, not previously published in any media.
Remembering Arthadarshin
The wooden hut stands empty amid the pine trees; No one climbs up the slope to water my garden. Owls hoot all night, but in the cold dawn The sound of a voice chanting the Refuges is heard no more.
19.11.1999