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

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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
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
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
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
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem

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