The beauty of the ocean,
A mountain or a tree
Is not some far-out notion
But what’s inside of me.
The source of all existence,
That’s present everywhere,
Demolishes the distance
Between what’s here and there.
And so it recognises
Itself in one and all –
The sun which sets and rises,
The leaves which wax and fall.
So it’s my pleasant duty
To praise eternal beauty.
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