Butterfly from the Past Dream

Slow Heat: The self-entanglement of existentialism, the wildly resounding dream of spiritual practice in the heart of a calm young man. The white butterfly flaps its wings gently. The world changes between opening and closing the eyes. Those who are awake, those who are asleep. When everyone in the personal world is murmuring, "At the entrance of the rice fields, there are no princes. The water is clear and the trees are shining. In the true world."