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

Matsuo Basho

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree

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

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