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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.

Matsuo Basho

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHO

Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.

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