The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse 14th century Buddhist monk, mountain hermit.
14. I entered the mountains and learned to be dumb
I am usually too tired to open my mouth
I don't point out the mistakes of others
My own faults are what I try to alter
The tea must be ready my clay stove is red
The moon must be up the paper windows are white
Who in the past saw through this transient world
Yen Tsu-ling fished alone from his rock
