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

Matsuo Basho

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
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
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
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

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

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