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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
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Fall
Waterfall
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Haiku
Waterfalls
Petals
Falling
Rose
Mountain

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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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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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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
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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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Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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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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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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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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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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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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.
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An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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