Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
-
-
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
MATSUO BASHO -
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
MATSUO BASHO -
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
MATSUO BASHO -
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
MATSUO BASHO -
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHO -
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHO -
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
MATSUO BASHO -
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
MATSUO BASHO -
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHO -
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHO -
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHO -
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHO -
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
MATSUO BASHO -
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.
MATSUO BASHO -
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHO