Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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O cricket from your cherry cry_x000D_ _x000D_ No one would ever guess_x000D_ _x000D_ How quickly you must die.
Interpretation
What this quote means
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.
Themes
NatureLifeTransienceDeathEphemeral
In practice
Example use cases
This quote is perfect for a reflection during a nature walk, reminding us to appreciate the beauty around us.
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