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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.

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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
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
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
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Insect Old Pond Sing Winter

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