The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
MATSUO BASHOCome, see the true flowers of this pained world.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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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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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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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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