I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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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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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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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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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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The 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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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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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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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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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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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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