After 2am I wandered through the star lit daisies.
I climbed a hill and sat down, surrounded by daisies, surrounded by stars.
On my tripod the camera's eye looked upon a field of daisies, blending into a sea of stars.
I started a very long exposure to remember the scene.
And I dreamed that I was Chuang Tzu, the wise blender of realities through words almost 2500 years ago.
One summer night I wandered through the star lit daisies.
I climbed a hill and sat down, surrounded by daisies, surrounded by stars.
I looked upon a field of daisies, blending into a sea of stars.
I gazed a long time to take in the way of the world.
And I dreamed that I was Charles St. Charles, the strange blender of realities through pixels almost 2500 years later.
Next to me the dew coated daisies each faced their brilliant eye skyward.
In the sea of daisies, Little Flower peered up into the sea of stars.
Twinkling above was Great Star.
Little Flower gazed up at the tiny point of light, and feeling sad, said,
"Brother, I wish that you could join me and experience life as a giant flower in this giant field, instead of a tiny spot of light in the sky."
Great Star heard the tiny voice of Little Flower floating across the distance of space and time.
Looking out it saw the tiny flower was part of a field of daisies on the earth.
Across the face of the earth were more fields of daisies than there were daisies in the field.
Great star saw through time as well as through space.
And across the life of the earth there were seas of fields, more fields than ever existed at any moment in time.
And yet Great Star could also look into Little Flower.
Great Star could see that Little Flower was filled with life.
In and on Little flower were more living things than there were flowers in the field.
Little Flower was an important sea for many smaller lives.
And each of the living things in and on Little Flower was also a field for smaller things.
Great Star gently whispered across space and time to all of the little flowers.
"You and I are alike, little flower.
We both float in a field. And we are both a field that other things float in.
We are both great, and we are both small.
Inside of us, and outside of us are worlds more than we can ever know."
And then I awoke.
Am I Charles St. Charles who dreamt that he was Chuang Tzu?
or am I now Chuang Tzu, dreaming that I'm Charles St. Charles?
Have I really awaken yet?
Can I ever really awaken?
