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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.

Matsuo Basho

Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
MATSUO BASHO

Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
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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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
The journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHO

Home Journey Myself

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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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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