There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHO- black
- grey
- blue
- red
- brown
- white
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
MATSUO BASHOWinter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
MATSUO BASHOThere came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
MATSUO BASHO -
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
MATSUO BASHOThe haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
MATSUO BASHODon’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
MATSUO BASHODo not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHOPlunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
MATSUO BASHOAround existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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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.
MATSUO BASHOMake 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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
MATSUO BASHOAn autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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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.
MATSUO BASHOThe 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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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