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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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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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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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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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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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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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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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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
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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