#matsuo basho

[havingapoemwithyou]

winter solitude by Matsuo Basho tr. Robert Hass

[kamala-laxman]

to witness the beauty of flowers challenging the pain of this world Basho

[reverie-quotes]

And yet we all in the end live, do we not, in a phantom dwelling? But enough of that—I'm off to bed.

— Matsuo Bashō, "Record of the Hut of the Phantom Dwelling"

[natsoumi]

Dream of Haiku, Obara, Miyagi, Japan (2025)

[fidjiefidjie]

"Est-ce une araignée qui pleure le vent d'automne ?" 🍁🕸🍂

Matsuo Basho

Source: Inge Shuster

[dabiconcordia]

The sound of the water

The old pond, A frog jumps in: Plop! by  Matsuo Basho 

[nofatclips]

Haiku II by Heinali from the EP Haiku Remasters based on an original haiku by Matsuo Bashō

[apoemaday]

Untitled

by Basho

I am a wanderer so let that be my name– the first winter rain

[terracemuse]

[suenosyfantasmas]

Fragante orquídea,

mariposa: en sus alas

se quema incienso.

Matsuo Bashō.

Creación digital: MAVi. 🦋

Sueños y fantasmas. El arte de soñar.

[godzilla-reads]

Quick doodle

[kamala-laxman]

cherish the blossoms blooming in your heart during cold of winter Basho

[from-a-spiders-web]

[apenitentialprayer]

I am indeed dressed like a priest, but a priest I am not, for the dust of the world still clings to me.

Matsuo Bashō (The Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton), trans. Nobuyuki Yuasa.

[trailofleaves]

“A monk sips morning tea,

it's quiet,

the chrysanthemum's flowering.”

— Matsuo Basho

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

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 it has a bearing upon our everlasting self which is poetry.

from Empty Chestnut by Matsuo Basho (1683)