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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.

Matsuo Basho

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
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
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
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 leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton

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