On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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The journey itself is my home.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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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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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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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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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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