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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Matsuo Basho

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
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
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
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
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
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

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