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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

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
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
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
When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water Yourself
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
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
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
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom

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