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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Matsuo Basho

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 leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
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
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
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
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

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