Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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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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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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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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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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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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