"All this Hánshān doggerel! Fun, fun, fun! Thank you, Brian, Florence, Patrick! This is it for me, though ...
Wash out your ears in a Cold Mountain stream, Prefect Lu!
And if you dip your head, old Hánshān will…"
"iv.Meditation grubs gnaw the roots, while elder brother bugs are
chanting sutras in the trees. Crack your shell, Hanshan!
In the meditation hall, one-pointed attentions fly out the window.
The abbot hears guffawing in the kitchen. Hanshan!…"
"Don't know where these are going. But they're fun to write.
Hanshan paints his poems on the mountainside.
The mountain smears its poems back on Hanshan’s face.
Wile E. Coyote is Prefect Lu who’s searching for…"