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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.

Matsuo Basho

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
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
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
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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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Deep Learning Listen Nature Talk Wisdom
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
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
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.

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