Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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