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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

Matsuo Basho

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
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
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
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
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
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
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

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