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

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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
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
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
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
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
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
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water

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

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