The journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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