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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

Matsuo Basho

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
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
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking 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
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter

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