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

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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
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
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
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
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
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
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

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