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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

Matsuo Basho

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
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, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
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
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
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
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
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal

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