The basis of art is change in the universe.
MATSUO BASHOThe basis of art is change in the universe.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHOAn autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHODo not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOYear by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, leap-splash – a frog.
MATSUO BASHOWhy so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
MATSUO BASHOThe 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.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHONo matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
MATSUO BASHOMake the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
MATSUO BASHOFor this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
MATSUO BASHO