Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Matsuo BashoRead
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Interpretation
This quote suggests that the oak tree embodies strength and steadiness, prioritizing its own unique identity over fleeting beauty.
Matsuo Basho's quote uses the oak tree as a metaphor for resilience and individuality. It implies that true strength is found in being steadfast and not swayed by transient or superficial allure, such as the beauty of cherry blossoms. The oak tree, a symbol of durability, represents the idea that it does not concern itself with what is not essential to its own character and purpose.
In practice
This quote would be great for a speech about personal growth and self-acceptance.
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.
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
We seem wired to grieve with greenery. Allowing the dead to dissolve into the earth, to become part of the cycle of the seasons, has, for millennia, held the promise of cheating mortality.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world β and there are plenty β very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
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