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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.

Matsuo Basho

When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
MATSUO BASHO

Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water Yourself
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHO

End Fan Myself Old Summer
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
MATSUO BASHO

Cat Love Starve
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree

Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.

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