The Butterfly
by White Feather
There are three people who go out into the forest to sit down and meditate. All three of you get comfortable and relaxed and get into the deepest meditative state you can. You enter a deep and peaceful state.
Suddenly, a butterfly flies by all three of you. It spirals in and out, up and down, and all around you. One of you grabs the butterfly net beside you and gets up and chases the butterfly hoping to catch it. The second one of you "becomes" the butterfly and follows it in their mind. The third one observes the butterly but once it has flown by ignores it and keeps its focus on the bountiful forest surrounding them.
Who am I? I am none of the those sitting in the forest and meditating. I am the butterfly and I am long gone before any of those three people can react. I am here and then I am gone.
Suddenly, a butterfly flies by all three of you. It spirals in and out, up and down, and all around you. One of you grabs the butterfly net beside you and gets up and chases the butterfly hoping to catch it. The second one of you "becomes" the butterfly and follows it in their mind. The third one observes the butterly but once it has flown by ignores it and keeps its focus on the bountiful forest surrounding them.
Who am I? I am none of the those sitting in the forest and meditating. I am the butterfly and I am long gone before any of those three people can react. I am here and then I am gone.
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