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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
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
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
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
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
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
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
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
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
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
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
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself

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