No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
MATSUO BASHONot to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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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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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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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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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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