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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
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
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
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 flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water

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