When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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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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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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