Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
MATSUO BASHOAll my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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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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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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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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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