With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
MATSUO BASHOYear by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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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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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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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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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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