On this land, we can see a family showing their joy Knowing their father had transformed in peace His wonderful voice is still here The birds singing for him The wind playing music with the trees A concerto in his memory On this land we witness the return Of an old couple and their wish for a meditation practice centre a long time ago They were no longer in their physical forms and we said goodbye… When we met their continuations Tears, joy, and happiness all came at the same time We all knew they were here with us Listening to the Dharma talk, drinking tea, reading a poem, and singing a Kookaburra song Just like in the old days Part of this land was given to us with pure grace Nothing being asked Nothing in return Just simply pure love From a wonderful family This land is where we return To let go of our busyness To return to ourselves Simply living in the moment Spring, summer, autumn, and winter came by Witnessing the joy of simple life On this land someone cut the grass by hand Patiently planting many seeds His sweat and pain, his vision is slowly moving forward He faced the toughest days and the happiest days here Knowing nothing to it Just believing and never tiring of planting the good seeds For generations to come On this land you and I sit by the waterfall, meditating and each breath we took we felt the forest Permeating deeply within each cell of our bodies Our ancestors’ grove is witnessing a Sangha was formed The bell sounding morning, noon and night Calling, calling “Beloved ones, are you home yet?”