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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

Matsuo Basho

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
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
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
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
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
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
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

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