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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
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
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
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
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
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild

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