A follow-up to the preceding post, Reflections: Life as fantasy:
Here is a meditation condensed from great Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu’s Butterfly Dream story.
I dreamed I was a butterfly,
fluttering here and there.
I followed only my actions as a butterfly,
and was not conscious
of being an individual.
Then I found myself awake,
once more in my body.
Was I a person
dreaming about being a butterfly,
or am I a butterfly
dreaming that I am a person?
How about you? Can you be sure you are what you think you are? Might you be a butterfly dreaming that you are a person? Might your life be a dream? When do you awaken?