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.
Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.
We are all regionalists in our origins, however 'universal' our themes and characters, and without our cherished hometowns and childhood landscapes to nourish us, we would be like plants set in shallow soil. Our souls must take root - almost literally.
The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of human faculties.
Who is pure in heart? Only those who have surrendered their hearts completely to Jesus that he may reign in them alone. Only those whose hearts are undefiled by their own evil--and by their own virtues too. The pure in heart have a child-like simplicity like Adam before the fall, innocent alike of good and evil: their hearts are not ruled by their conscience, but by the will of Jesus.
It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Away with that folly that her rights would be detrimental to her character - that if she were recognized as the equal to a man she would cease to be a woman!
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