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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
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
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
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
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
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
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself

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