Green gullies and red cliffs wherever I look
and my thatch hut in between
beneath a patched robe my body stays warm
I’ve forgotten my worries along with the date
rushes grow thin where the soil is rocky
bamboo shoots grow tall where it’s deep
sometimes at midnight I hear a bell
and remember there’s a temple down below
~ Stonehouse (Shiwu)

About Toze

Toze Weaver lives in Apache County, Arizona. She writes about her work on the land at fringed sage and maintains a website and blog about botanical medicine. Toze holds degrees in mathematics, English literature, and fiction writing. Her work experience includes twenty-plus years as a freelance copy editor and six growthful years as operations manager at Reevis Mountain School of Self-Reliance.

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