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

Matsuo Basho

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
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
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
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
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
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
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
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
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself

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

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