Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOHow much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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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 moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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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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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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