When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOSitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
-
-
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHO -
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHO -
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.
MATSUO BASHO -
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
MATSUO BASHO -
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHO -
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHO -
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
MATSUO BASHO -
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHO -
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
MATSUO BASHO -
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHO -
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
MATSUO BASHO -
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
MATSUO BASHO -
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHO -
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
MATSUO BASHO -
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
MATSUO BASHO