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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.

Matsuo Basho

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
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
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
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 all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple

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