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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Matsuo Basho

The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water Yourself
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
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
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

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