Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Matsuo BashoRead
O cricket from your cherry cry_x000D_ _x000D_ No one would ever guess_x000D_ _x000D_ How quickly you must die.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death.
Matsuo Basho's quote speaks to the transient beauty of life through the metaphor of a cricket's song. Although its joyful cry resonates in the moment, it belies the fact that its existence is ephemeral, reminding us that life is both precious and short-lived.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a reflection during a nature walk, reminding us to appreciate the beauty around us.
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.
And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
This is suicidal... our home is the biosphere. That's a very thin layer of air, water and land where all life exists. It's fixed, it can't grow, and yet we cling to this idea that the economy can grow forever. And it must. Well, it can't.
The forest is my loyal friend_x000D_ _x000D_ A Delphic shrine to me.
And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.
The forests are the lungs of the world. I’ve always believed if you breathe, you’re an environmentalist.
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