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A flute with no holes is not a flute.

Matsuo Basho

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
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself

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