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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.

Matsuo Basho

Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
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
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring

With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.

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