Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
MATSUO BASHOAround existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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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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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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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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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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