taoist butterflies
sometimes i catch my reflection looking back at me, as though it is shocked to see me standing there. sometimes i think the apparition is the real one, and i, nothing more than a fleeting myriad of light on a momentary window pane. there, then gone. sustained in the in-between. nothing more than the real me reflecting upon what the lookers glimpse caught for that brief moment. i, a figment conjoined through a reflection to what is real. but then i have always been partial to taoist butterflies.
( inspired by a photo http://OLoboCanta.deviantart.com/art/Ghost-11084318 )
for those who don’t know of butterflies look up Chang Tzu