Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers ... Like our tendrilled life.
Matsuo BashoRead
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the transient beauty of nature and the fleeting moments of life.
In this quote, Matsuo Basho evokes the serene and ephemeral experience of wandering by a pond under the harvest moonlight. It suggests a deep appreciation for the beauty of the natural world and the realization that moments of tranquility can pass quickly, encouraging one to fully immerse themselves in the present and savor the simplicity of life.
In practice
During a poetry reading about the beauty of nature.
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.
O cricket from your cherry cry_x000D_ _x000D_ No one would ever guess_x000D_ _x000D_ How quickly you must die.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
Only within the moment of time represented by the present century has one species -- man -- acquired significant power to alter the nature of the world.
I am going to tell you what nature behaves like. If you will simply admit that maybe she does behave like this, you will find her a delightful, entrancing thing. Do not keep saying to yourself, if you can possibly avoid it, 'But how can it be like that?' ...Nobody knows how it can be like that.
Our house is burning down and we are blind to it. The earth and humankind are in danger and we are all responsible. It is time to open our eyes. Alarms are sounding across all continents. We cannot say we did not know! Climate warming is still reversible. Heavy would be the responsibility of those who refuse to fight it.
I have lived long enough to witness the vanishing of wild mammals, butterflies, mayflies, songbirds and fish that I once feared my grandchildren would not experience: it has all happened faster than even the pessimists predicted.
The traveler fancies he has seen the country. So he has, the outside of it at least; but the angler only sees the inside. The angler only is brought close, face to face with the flower and bird and insect life of the rich riverbanks, the only part of the landscape where the hand of man has never interfered.
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