Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The journey itself is my home.
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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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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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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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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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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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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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