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

Matsuo Basho

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
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
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
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHO

Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
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 I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
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
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound

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

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