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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.

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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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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
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
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
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
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
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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

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