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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.

Matsuo Basho

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
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
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.

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