Quietly Unfolding

Quietly as that opening flower

Still and aesthetically unfolding

How are we to know of existence

Enveloped in nature's bower

Hidden from visions understanding

Or minds grasping searchings

Lest nature herself reveal

Secrets beyond our comprehension

Concealed in realms of vast dimension

In that most finite of spaces

The sacred chamber of colour

Shaped by mystic knowledge

Of some vast unknowable

The mystery of creation eludes us

Perhaps as nature intended

Until we find true ourselves

Less selfishly complicated.