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

Matsuo Basho

A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
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
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree

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

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