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All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.
Here I'm here- the snow falling.
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.
Don't worry, spiders,_x000D_ I keep house_x000D_ casually.
In this world_x000D_we walk on the roof of hell_x000D_gazing at flowers
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.
Take a nap_x000D__x000D_Making the mountain water_x000D__x000D_Pound the rice.
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
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