Matsuo Bashō Quotes

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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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On a journey, ill,
And over fields all withered, dreams Go wandering still.

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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

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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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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

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An old pond —
A frog leaping in—
The sound of water.

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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

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Clear cascades!
Into the waves scatter
Blue pine needles.

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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.

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It rains during the morning. No visitors today. I feel lonely and amuse myself by writing at random. These are the words:
Who mourns makes grief his master.
Who drinks makes pleasure his master.

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How pleasant—
just once not to see
Fuji through mist.

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The white chrysanthemum Even when lifted to the eye Remains immaculate.

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The months and days are the travelers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers.... I too for years past have been stirred by the sight of a solitary cloud drifting with the wind to ceaseless thoughts of roaming.

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Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by.

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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.

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Even a thatched hut
May change with a new owner
Into a doll's house

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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.

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Such stillness —
The cries of the cicadas
Sink into the rocks.

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A rough sea!
Stretched out over Sado
The Milky Way.

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My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.

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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

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The rough sea
stretching out towards Sado
the Milky Way

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