Sakya Losal Choe Dzong

Tibetan Buddhist Society of Canberra

Green Hills of W Tree - A Poem by Kenneth Trimble

By Jampal on 20th March 2016, 16:11

There in hills so precious green
I sit covered by white shawl while morning is still night
with stars so plentiful and close 
I could gather them with my hand.

And if you listen closely you can
hear the corroboree frogs chanting
along the Snowy mist.

Cold, I settle into my posture.

And a light upon light holds the world
while others in the valley sleep.

What brilliance life can bring away
from cynicism and fear.