Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOA thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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The journey itself is my home.
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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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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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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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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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