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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?

Matsuo Basho

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
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
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
MATSUO BASHO

Cat Love Starve
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night 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
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
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
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 moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
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
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter

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