Zhuangzi Dreaming of a Butterfly, Ming dynasty, mid-Sixteeth Century – ink on silk
A Man sleeping …
A Butterfly flitting…
Zhuangzi, dreamer of Butterfly,
ponders what joy there might be
in that tiny Butterfly brain
too subtle to be perceived by I or eye
Is he dreaming me? Zhuangzi asks.
Imagine the Universe thus engaged.
a Cosmic Belly Laugh
Then Zhuangzi knows: He is silent,
flitting from flower to flower in eternal spring.
coming and going, going and coming
This is called the Transformation of Things.
©2011, Jamie Dedes
Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterlfy; a butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi
I love this allegory from The Book of Zhuangzi, one of the two greatest books of the Chinese mystical Tao. (The other book is the I Ching.) The allegory is about chi (qi), the energy of creation, which some might call God.