The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse

before clouds return to the stream clear night dreams go far but not to the world of men

wild birds chatter when the wind turns warm

pass your days in freedom

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

This body lasts about as long as a bubble may as well let it go things don’t often go as we wish who can step back doesn’t worry we blossom and fade like flowers we gather and part like clouds I stopped thinking about the world a long time ago relaxing all day in a teetering hut

I make a path for the moonlight

with thirty-six thousand days why not spend a few staying still

delusions require stillness to end

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