When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOPlunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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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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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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