Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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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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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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