Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHOFriends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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