Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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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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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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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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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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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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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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