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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.

Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
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
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
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
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself

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