There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon. Matsuo Basho More Quotes by Matsuo Basho More Quotes From Matsuo Basho Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering. Matsuo Basho plunge enough order Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music Matsuo Basho mountain rose fall Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom. Matsuo Basho cherry-blossom cherries two Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant. Matsuo Basho bamboo learning tree Old pond, frog jumps in - plop. Matsuo Basho ponds frogs Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love? Matsuo Basho backyards fats cat I hope to have gathered Matsuo Basho garden kindness The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master. Matsuo Basho loneliness unhappy facts Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels Matsuo Basho mountain jewels sky Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice Matsuo Basho ice sound water He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master. Matsuo Basho poet three lifetime All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch. Matsuo Basho ugly moon bunch Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die Matsuo Basho cicadas cry dies Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty. Matsuo Basho blooming flower views Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock. Matsuo Basho rocks nature sound Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams. Matsuo Basho soldier summer dream 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 understanding self mind Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate Matsuo Basho butterfly air white Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind. Matsuo Basho solitude winter wind Breaking the silence Matsuo Basho ponds silence water
