Matsuo Basho

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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Brainy
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Home
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Nature
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Water
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Speak
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Beautiful
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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.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Lying
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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.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Fall
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Forget
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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.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Believe
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Inspirational
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Flower
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Flutes
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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.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Bamboo
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Horse
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Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Butterfly
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What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and returning to the world of our daily experience to seek therein the truth of beauty. No matter what we may be doing at a given moment, we must not forget that is has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Self
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Cicadas
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Lasts
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Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Travel
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Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Ponds
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Flower
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Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Time
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In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Writing
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April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Spring
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Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Fall
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Morning
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Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Butterfly
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Three
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Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Learning
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Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Two
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Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up in armor and helmet and goes to the battlefield, or in colorful brocade kimono, attending (his lord) at a banquet, [sabi] is like this old figure.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Men
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Ice
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Loneliness
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Summer
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Flower
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Summer
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Home
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Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Jewels
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Friends part foreverwild geese lost in cloud
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Clouds
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Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Sweet
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Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: New Year
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Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Butterfly
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Cutting
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Nature
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
- Matsuo Basho
Collection: Fall