Below high cliffs I spend my days with plants no sign of people just leaves in the wind valley birds call at dusk the mountain moon lights the night a crane taking off from a pine showers my robe with dew.

— Stonehouse (Shiwu / 石屋)

In this voice note, I read from Stonehouse’s Poems for Zen Monks, translated by the author Red Pine.

The publisher, Empty Bowl, is raising funds for the creation of Port Townsend Meditation Center.

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