Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOThere 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
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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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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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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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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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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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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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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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