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