Poem by Shiwu (石屋) / Stonehouse (1272–1352)
When the red sun climbs above the blue mountains
the door of my hut is still closed
before the white-haired monk is up
ants are already making their rounds
My hut is so secluded it's beyond the reach of dust
my mind is so detached it's left the world behind somewhere
a peach tree is blooming wild birds encircle my door with twigs