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

Matsuo Basho

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
MATSUO BASHO

Clear Conscious Purity Realize Service Water 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.
MATSUO BASHO

Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHO

Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
MATSUO BASHO

Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHO

Death Life Moments Poem
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple

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