Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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 moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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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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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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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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