“Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Chuang Chou. But he didn’t know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou. Between Chuang Chou and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.” ~ A butterfly dreams of Zhuangzi From The Dogen Institute ~ Retrieved August 16 2018. The Dōgen Institute
The beautiful Koi in this pond immediately swam towards me as I walked up to them. What a delightful surprise to stumble on these beautiful fish. An otherwise ordinary day was transformed.
The Koi drift away when I do not feed them. Continuing on in their underwater world swimming to and fro, then nibbling at something unseen in the pond, they fascinate. Doing their fish thing – swirling, moving sleekly through the water world they inhabit – every moment passes being fish. Extraordinary fish with spots and beautiful patterns of color.
A shift happens as they look up at me. They have a routine that is broken by my human form looming over them. For a moment, the fish and I are connected looking at each other. Eye to eye, face to face until they swim away.
Everything is fluid in their world and mine. Timeless delight transforms my day.