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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

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject 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
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
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
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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

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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