A Butterfly

  • onOctober 23, 2015
  • Vol.29 Autumn 2015
  • byChoi Seung-Ho
Flowers in the Toilet Bowl
Tr. Kim Won-Chung and James Han


I have never seen a butterfly bear a load on his back or haul freight with a rope as a helicopter does.
All he has is his light body, and this body is all he possesses. Nothing can ever bind him. With the
lightness of non-possession, he flies freely. Flowers are his watering holes, and leaves, his shelter
from the rain. His life amounts to a fluttering dance, and only death can stop his rhythm. In his
old age, dying away, he wants for nothing. Because he desires nothing, even when dying, he is free.