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

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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
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
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
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
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel

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

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