Sow the seeds of doubt and wonder—
Harvest Clarity in turn.
Sow them freely, yet look under—
Weeds of lies will choke and burn.

Lies grow rampant—never ceasing!
Pull them out, then pull once more.
Drink detachment, find some easing,
Then repeat—like years before.

Year by year, refine your labor,
Sharpen hands and clear your view.
Else you’ll die—a twisted traitor,
Selling Nature for what’s untrue.