Only recently, you asked me <br />for my ‘Laws’ – as if you asked the Sun <br />just where his golden rays shall, in the moment, strike… <br /> <br />and now you rashly ask me, why, then, I create… <br /> <br />you should not have questioned me.. <br />but understand me as I understand myself: <br />keep silent; understand by silence; <br />for I am not accustomed to your human talk.. <br /> <br />For what is there to understand? What comes to be <br />comes as the object of my silent contemplation; <br />comes into being naturally; it is myself. <br /> <br />I too was born of such a contemplation; <br />and so I have a natural love for that; <br /> <br />as geometricians contemplate, and then may draw, <br />so my contemplation – in my timeless nature – <br />brings out of passing time, the products of myself; <br /> <br />and if you find new lines <br />in bodies that come forth from me, <br />I did not draw them; though they come from me.. <br /> <br />the lines, the frills <br />of daffodils <br />all shine, not by my planned design <br />but from tranquillity; <br /> <br />just contemplate; <br />and in that state <br />I’ll be your village preacher; <br />taken, shaken, by surprise, <br />you too shall share my nature; <br /> <br />morning, evening, <br />here nor there, <br />earth hath no earthly manmade thing <br />to show more naturally fair; <br /> <br />be tranquil, Will, and just be still; <br />in silent scents, to taste my will.. <br />all else is hubris; blasphemy; <br />shut up! and have respect for Me…’ <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />[The first part of the poem follows closely <br />Plotinus' Ennead III 8,4,1-10; <br />the second part, er, followed..]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-rebuke-or-what-are-words-worth/
