The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
MATSUO BASHOThe fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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The journey itself is my home.
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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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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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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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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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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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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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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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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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