Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The journey itself is my home.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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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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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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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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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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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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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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