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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

Matsuo Basho

All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Carry Enlightenment Water Wood
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
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.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
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 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
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
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
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
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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