died: 1694 50 years
Zen disciples: none known formally
English translations of Basho's
you can call me...
first rain of winter.
Basho's last haiku before dying:
my dreams keep meandering...
dry fields of fall.
many books on Zen by Osho use haikus by
Basho injected in the live discourses, with
| oshobob The Living Workshop
poets have written beautiful haikus, so
condensed that a vast poetic world becomes
like a seed in the haiku. Sometimes they are
very simple, you cannot even catch the
significance immediately. But if you ponder
over them, meditate upon them, then, by and
by, the small haiku becomes a door. A few
days before I was reading Basho's famous
haiku. It is very small, but if you meditate
upon it, suddenly a door opens.
The haiku is:
Just visualize it – an old pond, very ancient, a
frog jumps in, the water-sound. Finished.
Nothing more to say. A whole situation
condensed. If you meditate on it, suddenly
you will feel a silence surrounding you.
Something will change within you. It is
The Grass Grows By Itself