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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Matsuo Basho

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
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
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
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
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
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
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
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

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