How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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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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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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.
MATSUO BASHO