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

Matsuo Basho

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
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
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
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
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild

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