How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOMake 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.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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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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The journey itself is my home.
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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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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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