April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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 journey itself is my home.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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