Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
MATSUO BASHO- 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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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.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
MATSUO BASHOAt the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOHow I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHOSummer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHOSadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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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.
MATSUO BASHOThe 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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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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