Quote

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Coming
Flowering
Hear
Bell
Sound
Temple
Stills
Bells
Still
Stops
Temples
Flowers
Flower

More quotes by Matsuo Basho

Image
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Matsuo Basho
Image
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Matsuo Basho
Image
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Matsuo Basho
Image
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
Matsuo Basho
Image
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
Matsuo Basho
Image
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
Matsuo Basho
Image
Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Matsuo Basho
Image
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Matsuo Basho
Image
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
Image
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.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Matsuo Basho
Image
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
Matsuo Basho
Image
An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Matsuo Basho
Image
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
Matsuo Basho
Image
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Matsuo Basho