This morning, a butterfly in the garden was not like anything.
I sat. The butterfly fluttered, then it didn’t, it folded and unfolded its hazel-brown wings.
I sat. The butterfly came and went nowhere, although it left my sight and entered it again.
I sat. Only a thought made the butterfly like my mind, a thought.
I sat, not like anything.
Sitting with butterfly/Assise avec papillon
About the Author: zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
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