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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.

Matsuo Basho

He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
MATSUO BASHO

Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
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
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
MATSUO BASHO

Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
MATSUO BASHO

Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
MATSUO BASHO

Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
MATSUO BASHO

Pond Sound Water

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