This sun knows no end, yet
the old man works the field…where else would he be?... there is an old zen
story that asks this question…when there is something to do, it is often best
to do it right away...don’t let the small become the big…a butterfly measures
its life in moments, yet it has time for everything…are you that butterfly that
dreams he is a man, or a man who dreams he is a butterfly?...will you ever find
out?...the same butterfly who flaps his wings across the world causes
reverberations that will be felt elsewhere.
