I saw that there is no Nature,
That Nature does not exist,
That there are
Mountains,
Valleys,
Plains,
Cars,
Boats,
That there are
Trees,
Flowers,
Grasses,
There are rivers and stones,
But that there's no one great,
All these things belongs to,
That any really authentic unity
Is a sickness of all our ideas.
Pollution of our Earth.
Pollution...
Nature is simply parts,
Nothing whole,
Maybe this is the mystery that talk about.
Pollution
And this, without stopping,
Without thinking,
Is just what I hit on as being the truth
Pollution...
This is everyone goes around looking for.
And that only I,
Because I wasn't looking for it,
Found.
Pollution...
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