Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.


Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~


Thursday, July 07, 2005

Zhuang Zi Dreaming ...


Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.

Which was the real—the butterfly or the man? Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?

The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea
Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream.
The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city,
Was once the Prince of the East Hill.

So must rank and riches vanish.
You know it, still you toil and toil,—what for?

Li Po

The painting is entitled, Zhuang Zi Dreaming of a Butterfly, by Lu Zhi. If you click on the title of this post, you will be directed to the website of an art exhibition: Taoism and the Arts of China.

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