Matsuo Basho

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness.

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.

There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

Everyday is a journey,and the journey itself is home.

Years end all corners of this floating world swept.

Year by year, the monkey's mask reveals the monkey.

A flute with no holes is not a flute.

There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.