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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.

Matsuo Basho

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
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
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
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
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
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
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
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
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
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHO

Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.

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