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Chrysanthemum
Silence - monk
Sips his morning tea.

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself
The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.

A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

Twilight whippoorwill ... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

Year after year
On the monkey's face:
A monkey's face.

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

I hope to have gathered
To repay your kindness
The willow leaves
Scattered in the garden.

On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

Ballet in the air ... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.

Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count
/ Festival of the Souls.

All who have achieved excellence in art possess one thing in common; that is, a mind to be one with nature, throughout the seasons.

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Year by year, the monkey's mask reveals the monkey

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

Learn the rules, and then forget them.

Sick while traveling
dream of a withered field
wandering around

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Without the bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance to the whole world?

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.

Temple of Suma
hearing the unblown flute
in the deep shade of trees
sumadera ya / fukanu fue kiku / koshitayami

Old dark sleepy pool ... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!

For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers ...
For there is no rice

In this world of ours,
We eat only to cast out,
Sleep only to wake,
And what comes after all that
Is simply to die at last.

I'm touched
by this chrysanthemum
it weathered the typhoon

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.

Seek not the paths of the ancients;
Seek that which the ancients sought.

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.

Had I crossed the pass
Supported by a stick,
I would have spared myself
The fall from the horse.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water - A deep resonance.

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

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

Everyone in this house
has gray hair, walks with a cane,
visits the graveyard

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

A flute with no holes is not a flute.

A warbler singing - somewhere beyond the willow, before the thicket

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice ...
Or backyard love?

Pausing between clouds
the moon rests
in the eyes of its beholders

Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.

The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.

There we did begin, Cloisterd in the waterfall, Our summer discipline.

Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.

Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.

Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.

Lightning
doesn't leave you enlightened
- good to know that

When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.

Ah, it is spring,
Great spring it is now,
Great, great spring -
Ah, Great -

Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.

I do not seek to walk in the paths of the wise men of old, I seek what they sought.

If you're an oak
you don't pretend
you are a flower

Come, butterfly
It's late-
We've miles to go together.

The temple bell stops
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers

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

This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.

This snowy morning
That black crow I hate so much ...
But he's so beautiful!

The River Mogami has drowned
Far and deep
Beneath its surging waves
The flaming sun of summer

Year's end still in straw hat and sandals

April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves ... a butterfly
Floats and balances

Searching for the scent
of the early plum,
I found it by the eaves
Of a proud storehouse.

The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.

On this road
where nobody else travels
autumn nightfall.

Year's end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.

Not knowing the name of the tree,
I stood in the flood
of its sweet scent.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water

O cricket from your cherry cry
No one would ever guess
How quickly you must die.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.