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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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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
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
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
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
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
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
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
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk 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
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer

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