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

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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
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 seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
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
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
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
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
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

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

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