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Matsuo Basho

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
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
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
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
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
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

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