A flute with no holes is not a flute.
MATSUO BASHONothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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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 solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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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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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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