A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
MATSUO BASHOEvery day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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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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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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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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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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