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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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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.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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