Quote

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

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
World
Penetrate
Send
Bitterest
Forth
Plum
Bones
Penetrates
Cold
Plums
Without
Blossoms
Whole
Bone
Life
Fragrance

More quotes by Matsuo Basho

Image
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Matsuo Basho
Image
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
Matsuo Basho
Image
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Matsuo Basho
Image
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
Matsuo Basho
Image
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.
Matsuo Basho
Image
An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Matsuo Basho
Image
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die
Matsuo Basho
Image
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Matsuo Basho
Image
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Matsuo Basho
Image
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Matsuo Basho
Image
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
Image
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Matsuo Basho
Image
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho
Image
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Matsuo Basho
Image
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
Image
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
Matsuo Basho