Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
MATSUO BASHOA weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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