16 June 2015

Bashō, forever

 This is the first paragraph from the journal he wrote entitled: The Narrow Road to the North. 

'Months and days are eternal travellers, as are the years that come and go. For those who drift through their lives on a boat, or reach old age leading a horse over the earth, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is their home. Many people in the past have died on the road, but for many years, like a fragment of a cloud, I have been lured by the wind into the desire for a life of wandering.'

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