Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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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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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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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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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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