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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

Matsuo Basho

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
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
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
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
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
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water

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