The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse

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

People say everyday mind isn’t our buddha nature I say our buddha nature is simply everyday mind afraid no one will do any work they teach grinding iron rods to make needles

when life becomes simple old habits end

I make a path for the moonlight

Note: According to the biography of the ninth-century poet-recluse Lu Kuei-meng , as recorded in the Hsintangshu (New History of the T’ang Dynasty),

What’s gone is already gone and what hasn’t come needs no thought right now I’m writing a right-now line plums are ripe and gardenias in bloom

After meditation I chant a Cold Mountain poem after dinner I brew grain-rain tea and when some feeling lingers I can’t express I take a basket across the ridge and gather vine flowers

still the empty body and reason remains forget the thinking mind and the world disappears

pass your days in freedom