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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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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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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
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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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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up in armor and helmet and goes to the battlefield, or in colorful brocade kimono, attending (his lord) at a banquet, [sabi] is like this old figure.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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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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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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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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Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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