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The great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once dreamt that he was a butterfly fluttering here and there. In the dream he had no awareness of his individuality as a person. He was only a butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying there, a person once again. But then he thought to himself, "Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?"
What is the lesson of this story or what are your reactions to this tale? |
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Since no one answered thus far I will share some answers various students gave as they thought deeply about the story.
"I can identify with this story. Many times I have awakened from a dream and didn't know, for a moment, what was real and what was the dream." "Dreams are weird. Are they trying to tell us something. If so, how are we to know what they mean?" "You are who you perceive yourself to be." "I've sometimes dreamed that I could fly. It's such a wonderful, free feeling. It seemed so real." "This Zen master had an out-of-body experience, and now isn't sure about his identity." "When you're a butterfly, there are no worries. You can flutter around without a care in the world. Perhaps this monk is wishing there were not so many responsibilities and barriers in his life." "I think this Zen master wants some peace and quiet in his life. He wishes he were a normal person and not a Zen master with so many demands put on him by others." "I think it's important for us to have dreams, but always remember that reality is much more important." "Sounds like this guy conforms to what others think of him and allows them to govern his life." "In my opinion, this is the kind of question asked by people who are struggling with their sense of individuality and self esteem." "Only you know who you are - and sometimes it takes some soul-searching to find that identity." "We should be content with who we are. If we try to be someone or something else, we will lose our sense of identity." |
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The great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once dreamt that he was a butterfly fluttering here and there. In the dream he had no awareness of his individuality as a person. He was only a butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying there, a person once again. But then he thought to himself, "Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?" What is the lesson of this story or what are your reactions to this tale? I think he is relaying to us about individuality. We want as an individual. But as a butterfly all worries left him and he was at one with nature and man. True Utopia.. Blessings..Miles |
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Where does one reality begin and another end? Because, what if in reality, you are both the man and the butterfly?
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Edited by
Quikstepper
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Fri 01/02/09 08:02 AM
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Spare a little candle,
save some light for me. Figures Up ahead moving in the trees. White skin in linen, Perfume on my wrist, and the full moon that hangs over These dreams in the mist. Darkness on the edge, Shadows where I stand I search for the time on a watch with no hands, I want to see you clearly, Come closer to this come closer to this But all I remember are the dreams in the mist CHORUS These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake, The further I'm away. Is it cloak and dagger, could it be Spring or Fall? I Walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall. Weaker in my eyesight, a candle in my grip, and words That have no form are falling from my lips. CHORUS These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake, The further I'm away. BRIDGE There's something out there I can't resist. I need to Hide away from the pain. There's something out there I can't resist. The sweetest song is silence that I've ever heard. Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the Earth. In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss. But the Prince hides his face from dreams in the mist. CHORUS These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake, The further I'm away. CHORUS These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second Of the night, I live another life. These dreams that Sleep when it's cold outside, every moment I'm awake, The further I'm away. |
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very nice Quickstepper
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Here yu go...Dreamboat Annie...
Heading out this morning into the sun Riding on the diamond waves, little darlin’ one Warm wind caress her Her lover it seems Oh, annie Dreamboat annie my little ship of dreams Going down the city sidewalk alone in the crowd No one knows the lonely one whose head’s in the clouds Sad faces painted over with those magazine smiles Heading out to somewhere won’t be back for a while http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb8z5szjnO8 |
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the butterfly come forth from out of each being, when the mind the caterpiller, throw it's bias aside, and find nothing can love, what it think has evil inside...........
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