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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

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