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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

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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
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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