Taiji* (February 2012)

From moment to moment

We die, then come back to life.

From something to nothing

And back again.

Or are these thoughts,

These words, these actions,

Our death,

And stillness life?

Master Chang awoke one morning,

And did not know:

Was he a man dreaming a butterfly?

Or a butterfly dreaming a man?

Two fish, forever bound to a wheel,

One dark, the other light,

Go chasing each other’s tails …

Quickly, say something apt!