The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Category Archive: Matsuo Basho
There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.