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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.

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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
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
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
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
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
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
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower

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