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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

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
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
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
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
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer

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

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