Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
Matsuo BashoRead
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the transient beauty of life, likening our existence to the fleeting nature of cherry blossoms.
Matsuo Basho's quote implies that between our personal experiences and the larger cycle of life, it is important to appreciate the beauty that exists in transient moments, like cherry blossoms. This serves as a reminder of the impermanence of life and the importance of cherishing brief periods of beauty and joy.
In practice
In a graduation speech to encourage students to appreciate the fleeting moments of their school years.
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.
Life - all life - is in the service of life. Necessary nutrients are made available to life by life in greater and greater richness as the diversity of life increases. The entire landscape comes alive, filled with relationships and relationships within relationships.
Steve Irwin did wonderful conservation work but I was uncomfortable about some of his stunts. Even if animals aren't aware that you are not treating them with respect, the viewers are.
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.
Even with all our technology and the inventions that make modern life so much easier than it once was, it takes just one big natural disaster to wipe all that away and remind us that, here on Earth, we're still at the mercy of nature.
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
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