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

Matsuo Basho

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
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
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
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
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
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
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
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
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem

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