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The journey itself is my home.

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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
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
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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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
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
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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