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

Matsuo Basho

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
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?
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Cat Love Starve
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
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
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
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
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon 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
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree

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