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Matsuo Basho

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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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
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
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
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
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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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild

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