A flute with no holes is not a flute.
MATSUO BASHONot to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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.
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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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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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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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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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