First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.
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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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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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