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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Matsuo Basho

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHO

Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
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
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
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
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
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter

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