Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly?
Or the butterfly dream he was Chuang Chou?
In the single body-s transformations
See the vortex of the Myriad Creatures.
No mystery then that the Magic Seas
Shrank again to crystal streams,
Or down by Ch-ang-an-s Green Gate
The gardener was Marquis of Tung-Ling.
If this is the fate of fame and power,
What is it for- this endless striving?
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Li Po
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