I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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 universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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