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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

Matsuo Basho

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
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
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
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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

April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

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