How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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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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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 oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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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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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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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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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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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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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