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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
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.
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Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water Yourself
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter

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