Untouched. Unblemished.

The entire world is a marketplace
Of infinite size, it is
Filled with enchanting things
Both on Earth and in the heavens

One could flit from thing to thing
Like a butterfly in the bush.
All things are so colourful
Im at a loss as to what to buy

From a grain of sand to the stars
All things are fascinating
Bewitchingly beautiful, enthralling.
What to buy and take home is the question

Man is taken in by them all
He’s made softer and softer with desire
One should be wary of this enchantment
Lest it melts down man to nothingness

I think I know what to do now:
Leave things untouched, leave them pure.
Use things only to live and let live
Wanton consumption will consume all

Let everything remain untouched, unblemished
We don’t own anything
In truth we are owned by Nature
Bonded to her as children to mother.