Basho

Collection of Six Haiku ~ by Matsuo Basho

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How Basho’s Haiku Teach Us to Notice Life’s Quiet Beauty

Discover how six simple haiku can awaken deeper awareness and invite you to live more fully in each fleeting moment.

Collection of Six Haiku

Matsuo Basho

waking at night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing

it has rained enough
the stubble on the field
black

winter rain
falling on the cow-shed;
a cock crows. 

the leeks
newly washed white-
how cold it is!

the sea darkens;
voices of wild ducks
are faintly white. 

ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.

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Reflection

Basho’s six haiku are windows into presence—each moment distilled to its simplest truth. Nothing is dramatized, yet everything is alive: freezing oil becomes a metaphor for stillness, blackened stubble reminds us that endings have their own quiet dignity, and winter rain echoes the sound of living things enduring. Basho does not tell us what to feel; he invites us to notice. In noticing, we awaken to how deeply life speaks through small details. These poems ask us to pause long enough to sense beauty beneath discomfort, silence, and cold—the subtle places where spirit breathes.

As you read this poem, ask yourself:

What everyday detail in your surroundings right now is quietly speaking to you, and what might it be asking you to notice?

It Is With Awe ~ A Poem by Matsuo Basho

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Rediscovering Wonder: Basho’s “It Is With Awe” and the Art of Seeing Life Anew

What if true happiness begins the moment we pause long enough to see what’s right in front of us—the green of a leaf, the warmth of sunlight, the breath of now?

It is With Awe

Matsuo Basho

It is with awe
That I beheld
Fresh leaves, green leaves,
Bright in the sun.

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Reflection

Matsuo Basho’s “It Is With Awe” captures a fleeting yet profound truth—beauty doesn’t hide in grand gestures, but in the quiet shimmer of ordinary life. The poet’s awe at “fresh leaves, green leaves, bright in the sun” reminds us that renewal is constant, even when our minds grow weary or distracted. Every new leaf, every breath of wind, invites us to return to the present moment—the only place where gratitude and peace can take root.

Basho’s haiku is not about the leaves alone; it’s about rediscovering our own capacity for wonder. To see the world as if for the first time is to awaken to life’s everyday miracles. In that awakening, we find serenity—not in seeking more, but in noticing enough.

Question for Readers:

When was the last time you felt genuine awe at something simple—like sunlight on leaves, the sound of rain, or the laughter of a friend? What did it awaken in you?

I Am One ~ A Poem by Basho

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Morning-Glories and Mindfulness: Basho’s Call to Presence

Basho’s simple lines remind us that life’s beauty is not found in grand moments but in the quiet union of the ordinary and the sacred.

I Am One

Basho

I am one
Who eats his breakfast,
Gazing at the morning-glories.

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✍️ Reflection

Matsuo Basho’s haiku, “I am one / Who eats his breakfast, / Gazing at the morning-glories,” places us in a moment so ordinary it might escape notice. And yet, Basho elevates it. The act of eating breakfast is universal, everyday, and routine. But when paired with the simple act of gazing at morning-glories, it becomes more than nourishment — it becomes communion.

This small scene teaches us that presence doesn’t require silence in a temple or hours of meditation. Presence can be as near as your first sip of coffee, the light resting on your desk, or the sound of birds outside your window. Basho invites us to see how beauty and the sacred weave through even our most mundane habits. His words remind us that when we slow down enough to notice, ordinary life becomes extraordinary.

What everyday ritual in your life could become sacred if you simply gave it your full attention?

A Haiku by Basho

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I am one
Who eats his breakfast,
Gazing at the morning-glories.

– Basho

Wake Butterfly ~ A Poem by Basho

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Wake Butterfly

Basho

Wake, butterfly—

it’s late, we’ve miles

to go together.

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“Don’t Imitate Me” A Poem by Matsuo Basho

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Don’t imitate me 

Matsuo Basho

Don’t imitate me;
it’s as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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Today’s Poem ~ I Am One

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I Am One

Basho

I am one
Who eats his breakfast,
Gazing at the morning-glories.

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