Rainbows and Butterflies
Dedicated to honouring my Own Being to do what comes out of my Quality of Being.
Oneness of all being…
According to Chinese legend, a man called Chuang dreamt he was a butterfly, flying through the air, totally at ease, and unaware of his existence as a man. But when Chuang awoke, much to his surprise, he found himself still a man. Did he dream that he was a butterfly? Or did a butterfly dream it was Chuang? Or do the very concepts ‘butterfly’ and ‘Chuang’ create arbitrary divisions in the singularity that gives rise to all things?