Mountain moon lights the night

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.