A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
MATSUO BASHOSitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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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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