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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
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
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer

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