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Mountain Hermitage
Mountain Poems of Stonehouse
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My hut sits among a thousand peaks, the path overgrown with moss. Clouds come and go as they please, and the moon keeps me company at night. No bell marks the hours, no visitor breaks the silence. I sit until the incense burns to ash and the mountain stream speaks the Dharma.
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Mountain Poems of Stonehouse: Mountain Hermitage