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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.

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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted

Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.

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