No. 61 "dream butterfly"  by George (08/03/2008)
Dear Rin,
The cow jumps over the moon. The night is dark and silent. “Shhhhh” we
will be silent too. One little girl says “oooo” and a little boy says “ahhh”.
That is appropriate and doesn’t disturb our silence. We don’t even mind
when someone says: The cow is having fun”.

I read your letter. (In English “read” in present tense is same in past tense
“read”. I mean read in both tense at the same time. I did read. I am
reading, ponder.) I write little stories and poems because everything goes
around. Thoughts are always turning a corner, just going around the
bend. “Hey you there, not so fast, are you my thought or someone else’
s?” but all I hear as the thought huffs and puffs away is a faint “maybe”.
 
On the day before my mother dies many butterflies came to her window to
visit. She loved butterflies. On the day when so many people came for  ‘the
celebration of life’ (who were all those people?) I had to step outside a bit.
I sat on the porch. A yellow butterfly came and sat with me.

I don’t know, my butterfly companion, whose thoughts are whose. Maybe
there is a big thought pot. Take a thought and put it back.
A greedy person says, “Hey, that’s my thought, put it back”
“O.K. but you can’t have the one called love and peace. No one owns that
one.”

My own feeling is. It is fine to own things but if I cling too tight I will be
unhappy. Same with thoughts.

I experience your “SELF” more than any other. Not so much of your “ME”.
Me am tight circle.

I do appreciate the idea of the exact concept. 2+2=4. That is a good thing
to know. If some one wants to tell me 2+2=5 I can say, “OK you go over
there”.
But when it comes to feelings and human experience and beauty and love
and peace, I don’t know what meaning exactness has.
Can one person say to another “I love you exactly”?
“How much exactly?”
“Three pounds, two ounces.”

“How much peace do you have?”
“According to my last measurement, one cubic foot, before breakfast”

PS: My response is “Dream Butterfly” from the story ‘MING’

Love and Peace,
George