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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

Matsuo Basho

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
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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
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
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
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
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
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

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