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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Matsuo Basho

Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
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
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
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
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
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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

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