Dancing Blossoms Poem by Tushar Ray

The milky white blossoms in my little Ivey grove
Went off dancing in the sodden west wind
Cheering up my morning in the cloud-breaking sun
While swamping my garden with an unsaid tune

Their lyric was not meant to be an audible one
But its sense became so clear to me
That a phrasing was not felt even that necessary
Whatever might that be!
But indeed it was for the passion of their life
I could certainly tell
It was a dance of the deepest inner joy
A celebration of their inmost self!

When a self does connect to another keen self
Words become redundant there
Then the essential truth just promptly pops out
And things become suddenly clear!
Communion really is the name of communication
When it comes down to self
Then our senses happily fulfill their sense
But intellect does not seem to be of any help!
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