fourteen – a Taoist Parable
dreamed I was
a butterfly at midnight
enchanted
by the glittering dark
like ancient Chuang Tzu
wondering what was real
in that famous
dream Chuang Tzu became
confused
did the butterfly also dream
she was Chuang Tzu?
if I dream
I’m a butterfly
at midnight
will I forget that once
I couldn’t fly?
am I the butterfly
or just a midnight dreamer
identity lost
in glamorous flight?
close my eyes and wonder