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The basis of art is change in the universe.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Art
Change
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Universe

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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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