I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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 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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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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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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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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