April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOI hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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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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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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The journey itself is my home.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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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 sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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