Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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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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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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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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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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