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

Matsuo Basho

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
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
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
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 felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
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
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

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