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Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Poet
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Waterfalls
Petals
Falling
Rose
Mountain
Fall
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Waterfall
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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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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
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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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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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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
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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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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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