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

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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
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
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
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
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower

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