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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.

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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
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
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
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

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.

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