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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Matsuo Basho

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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