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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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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
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
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

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