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.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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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 oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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