However, hermits who can afford them use fired clay tiles. If there is one element of Chinese culture most Westerners find incomprehensible, if not exasperating, it’s the Chinese glorification of acceptance. But acceptance

From outside my round pointed-roof hut who would guess at the space inside all the worlds in the universe are there with room to spare for a meditation cushion

delusions require stillness to end

all night I sit in bed listening to rain when it clears I open the window and doze off watching clouds nothing in life is better than being free but getting free isn’t luck

my survival has always depended on what’s present why should I tire myself out making plans

rein in your senses and stop indulging be ever mindful and nothing else

True emptiness is also empty of emptiness and thus includes all things.

Rain soaks my hut then the sun shines weather can change in the blink of an eye but not as fast as the breath of existence at dusk it’s hard to hear the morning bell

I often spend days warming moss-covered rocks gazing at the mountains I love until sunset