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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

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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
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
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
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
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
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

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