Sleeping Caterpillar
<p>I don’t know why I’m here. Each day I look at butterflies and caterpillars. Neither of them has questions about life. Maybe we should forget questions and enjoy the flight to each flower.</p>
<p>Forget the mind; we are not that. We are thrust into the world like children, and we leave it like children, still knowing nothing, but we act as if we know. Though, we know enough to live well.</p>
<p>So, I set the caterpillar, who sleeps on the leaf, off the path. Is it a he or she — I don’t know; I am just visiting earth — but if I step on the caterpillar on purpose, I am no better than the world destroyers who steal with a smile. Caterpillar, after it rained all day, I wonder if you hide inside the asparagus plant where I placed you.</p>
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