【The Wisdom of the Host · A Sacred Duet】

Traveler (Guest):
"Oh, Weaver of Illusory Dreams, the eleventh stop on my journey,
I come bearing the 'real' 'me', and the 'waves' of 'nothingness'.
Why in your forest do reality and reflection invert each other?
Can you use your wisdom to solve this dilemma of existence?"

Butterfly Dream (Host):
"O traveler, have you seen the wave-crest on the sea?
Has It ever asked the Great Sea: 'Which of us is real, you or I?'
The Great Sea will only answer with silence,
Because the wave-crest does not 'exist' 'in' the Sea; the wave-crest is one expression of the Sea."

Butterfly Dream (Host):
"Have you seen the reader who 'reads' the 'poem'?
Has He/She ever asked the verse: 'Which of us is real, you or I?'
At that one moment when 'your' heart meets the 'poem's' intent,
You co-create a third world; in that 'instant', there is no 'host' or 'guest'."

Butterfly Dream (Host):
"Reality is not 'a place' you 'need' 'to arrive' at,
O traveler, that is the mutual gaze between the dreamer and the dream.
You are both the 'butterfly' and 'Zhuangzi'.
You are both the 'actor' and the sole audience in the 'stands'."

Traveler (Guest):
"I understand... I no longer need to 'distinguish'
Which side is the shore, which is the water; which is real, which is the 'mirage's edge'.
I am the 'boundary' 'where' water and shore meet.
I am that 'instant' 'between' dream and waking; I am the experience of 'everything'."

(Epilogue)

The Deity of 【Butterfly Dream】 transformed into those Butterflies of Light fluttering down from the branches.
I extended my hand.
A butterfly landed on my fingertip.
I looked at It.
I no longer asked: "Are you real?"
I just said to It: "I see you. Thank you, for also, seeing me."
The butterfly on my fingertip dissolved into light-dust and scattered.
I, with my 'Reality', had reached a reconciliation.