Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Do 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.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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
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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.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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