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 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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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 sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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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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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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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 temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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