A flute with no holes is not a flute.
MATSUO BASHOGo 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.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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The journey itself is my home.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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