An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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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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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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