The great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once dreamt that he was a butterfly fluttering here and there. In the dream he had no awareness of his individuality as a person. He was only a butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying there, a person once again. But then he thought to himself, "Was I before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?"
Zen

Master Magician

I'm afraid of my shadow
Most of the time
Wandering up and down,
And all around
The pathways of my mind

What do I see
And what do I find
I only see me
And my own mind
À mirror of madness,
Alice holding up a looking glass

Showing me things that are not there
Things that won't be found anywhere
Dream-like manifestations
From the hands
Of a master magician

Sean Hunt  
Windermere May 2015

I want to run away,
to detach myself from myself
Leave behind that ball of pain building in the depths
Inside this heart, inside of me –
            inside the love you never feel
            when you hold me or look at me
            or when your fingers ring the bell;
It’s time to say goodbye,
to detach myself from myself
from this solitary brokenness which I forever felt
But first, tell me how you begin
to live and smile again
Tell me
How do you escape and free yourself
from being clothed in pain?

Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.