This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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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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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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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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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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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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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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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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