Shabda

The bee has no words to express
bewildering sweetness.
It is not the description
of the honeysuckle's nectar
that guides you to entangled vines,
sparkling with dew on the ruined fence.
What entices your lips to the spilling
chalice of the heart's flower
is beyond thought, beyond story,
even quieter than music -
just a humming.
Follow that sound.

Backyard photo by my daughter Abby