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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

Matsuo Basho

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves

Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

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