Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOHe who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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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 temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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 basis of art is change in the universe.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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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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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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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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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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