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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
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
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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
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
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
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe

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