With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
MATSUO BASHOAll my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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The journey itself is my home.
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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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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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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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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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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