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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
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
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
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
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter
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

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

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