Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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