Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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