Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, frog jumps in – plop.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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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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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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, leap-splash – a frog.
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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