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

Matsuo Basho

The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
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
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World

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

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