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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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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
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship 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
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer

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