The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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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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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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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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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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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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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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