Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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