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

Matsuo Basho

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
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
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
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
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
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer

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

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