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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.

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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
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
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
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem

I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.

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