A Quote by Matsuo Basho

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River. — © Matsuo Basho
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
Swift or smooth, broad as the Hudson or narrow enough to scrape your gunwales, every river is a world of its own, unique in pattern and personality. Each mile on a river will take you further from home than a hundred miles on a road.
The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.
Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.
Thus, sped by currents of curiosity afloat the swift river of rumor do secrets sail to strange ports.
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
The road to democracy may be winding and is like a river taking many curves, but eventually the river will reach the ocean.
The race may or may not be to the swift, but tell me, is it likely that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?
The river of my title is a river of DNA, a river of information, not a river of bones and tissues
The library will endure; it is the universe... We walk the corridors, searching the shelves and rearranging them, looking for lines of meaning amid leagues of cacophony and incoherence, reading the history of the past and of the future, collecting our thoughts and collecting the thoughts of others, and every so often glimpsing mirrors, in which we may recognize creatures of the information.
Music, the most abstract and uncanny art, is an eternal river of sound moving through time. We can free ourselves from whatever may be holding us back, and join that flowing river.
Mogami cable is durable and flexible enough to practically build a suspension bridge with but I'll settle for using it for my guitars and amps!
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.
My favorite weather pattern happens to be when it rains mud. Dust comes through. Rain on top of it. It rains mud.
There is one distinctive charm about fishing - its fascinations will stand any climate. You may sit crouching on ice over a hole inside the arctic circle, or on a Windsor chair by the side of the River Lea in the so-called temperate zone, or you may squat in a canoe on an equatorial river, with the surrounding atmosphere forty-five percent mosquito, and if you are fishing you will enjoy yourself.
I view my job more almost as a field biologist or anthropologist, where I'm collecting practices. I'm collecting techniques.
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