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Matsuo Basho

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
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
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
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
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
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
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe

Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.

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