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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Matsuo Basho

A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
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 day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

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