Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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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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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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The journey itself is my home.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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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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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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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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