The journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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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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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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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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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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