Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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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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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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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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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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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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