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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Matsuo Basho

Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
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
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
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
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
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
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
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
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
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
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

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