Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Matsuo BashoRead
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.
Interpretation
Life is a journey and the experiences we gain throughout it make up our true home.
Matsuo Basho reflects on the nature of life as a continuous journey marked by experiences, much like celestial bodies that travel through time. He suggests that regardless of how we navigate life—be it floating along or striving towards goals—each day contributes to the essence of our existence, serving as a reminder that the journey itself is where we find our sense of belonging and fulfillment.
In practice
In a motivational speech about personal growth.
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.
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.
For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.
All central beliefs on human matters spring from a personal predicament.
The most formidable people in the world, and now the most dangerous, people who... lay down the doctrine that every frontier must be the starting out point for invasion.
The goal of fasting is inner unity.
Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
The strong are strengthened by reverses; the trouble is that the true meaning of events scores next to nothing in the match we play with men. Appearances decide our gains or losses and the points are trumpery. And a mere semblance of defeat may hopelessly checkmate us.
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