The Human Race

The sights of the garden may or may not be beautiful The narcissus, unable to act, forced to watching is!

It does not appreciate the pleasure of movement The very nature of juniper devoid of longing is!

Whatever is in the world is accustomed to submission Every power of Man busy in pressing for his Longing is!

This speck remains incessantly ambitious of expansion Not a speck but perhaps the constricted wilderness he is

If he wills he can change the face of the garden This entity wise, clear‐sighted and powerful is