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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.

Matsuo Basho

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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
Consciousness
Medium
Clear
Mediums
Water
Realization
True
Serve
Become
Mountain
Serene
Anything
Moved
Lake
May
Pure
Ripe
Like
Wind
Lakes

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