The Acausal Orderedness and Beauty of Nature

Nature does not seek out attention, it fulfills its own purpose. It is the fulfillment of its purpose that is attractive and magnetic.

It does not bloom to catch the eye,
The rose unfolds because it must
No whisper begs the morning sky
To stroke the leaves with golden dust.

The river curves with no design
But still it finds the ocean’s breast,
Not urged by will, or line by line
It flows, and in its flow finds rest.

So too, does love, unshaped by hand,
Unbidden as the hush of snow
Not born of plans we understand,
But rising where we do not know.

No force commands the stars to gleam,
No voice instructs the lark to sing,
Yet all conspire in one vast dream
A song without a singer’s string.

And so I love you. Not because
You asked, or smiled, or took my gaze
But like the tree obeys its laws,
And bends to light in quiet praise.

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**The Unseen Pattern**
*(after Jung)*

Love does not arise from will.
It is not summoned, nor shaped
By ego’s hand.
It comes, as dreams come
Unbidden, from the deep.

Nature, too, is not compelled.
The star does not shine to be watched.
The flower does not bloom for applause.
And yet...
In their fulfillment, there is beauty.
In their purpose, there is order.

This is the acausal design:
The pattern behind the pattern.
Where synchronicity sings
In the quiet alignment of inner and outer worlds.

So it is with love.
When I love you,
It is not because I choose.
It is because something in you
Calls out what sleeps in me
An archetype awakening.

I do not *want* you.
I *recognize* you.
As the river knows its bed,
As the flame knows the wick.

Love is the Self remembering itself
Not in longing,
But in wholeness.
Not in pursuit,
But in presence.

What draws us is not desire,
But destiny.
Not fate in the fatal sense,
But the quiet voice of what is already true
Waiting to be seen.