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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

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
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
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
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
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
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
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
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
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

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

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