Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOLearn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Make 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.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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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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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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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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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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