The journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOThe journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOWith every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
MATSUO BASHOI felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOAn autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOThe moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHOHe who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
MATSUO BASHOThe universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
MATSUO BASHOReal poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOGo 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 BASHO