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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.

Matsuo Basho

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
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
When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water Yourself
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
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
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

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.

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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.

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