Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOThis autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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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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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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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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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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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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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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