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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

Matsuo Basho

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
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
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
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
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
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
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
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
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

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