for Zhuangzi

I see butterflies swarming in my garden,
swarming over my flowerbeds,
fluttering beautifully, I must harden
my heart not to have regrets
about awaking, finding myself
again caught in my human flesh
instead of fluttering in that dream
caught in its life-like mesh

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