Once

I dreamed

I was a butterfly —

flitting and frolicking about

in the bright, clear sky —

innocent and free.

Then

apparently...

I

awoke.

Now I wonder...

am I really a man

dreaming

of be-ing

a butterfly

or am I

indeed

a butterfly

dreaming

of

be-ing

a

man?

Not two.

— a literary adaptation of a gāthā from the Zhuāngzǐ 莊子, a collection of stories, parables and wisdom sayings attributed to 4th century BCE philosopher and teacher, Zhuāngzǐ (Master Zhuang) 莊子

May your every breath be childlike joy, wonder and freedom.

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