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Matsuo Basho

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
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
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
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
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
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
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
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
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton

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