Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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