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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!

Matsuo Basho

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
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
MATSUO BASHO

Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
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
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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.
MATSUO BASHO

Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
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.
MATSUO BASHO

Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
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
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHO

Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!

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