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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nature's rebuke; or, What are words worth?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">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… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now you rashly ask me, why, then, I create… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I too was born of such a contemplation; <br>and so I have a natural love for that; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lines, the frills <br>of daffodils <br>all shine, not by my planned design <br>but from tranquillity; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">morning, evening, <br>here nor there, <br>earth hath no earthly manmade thing <br>to show more naturally fair; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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…’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[The first part of the poem follows closely <br>Plotinus' Ennead III 8,4,1-10; <br>the second part, er, followed..]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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for my ‘Laws’ – as if you asked the Sun 
just where his golden rays shall, in the moment, strike… 

and now you rashly ask me, why, then, I create… 

you should not have questioned me.. 
but understand me as ..."></div>
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