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

Matsuo Basho

Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
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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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
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
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
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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
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

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

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