Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHOSitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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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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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is 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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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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