Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
MATSUO BASHOThis autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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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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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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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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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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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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