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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Matsuo Basho

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
MATSUO BASHO

Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
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
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHO

Age Float Time World

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

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