When I saw this dogwood in bloom last year I was smitten, immediately drawn in by the blossoms and the light they seemed to hold like translucent cups. Not unlike, I thought, the cup of the heart that Hafiz drinks from in his poems.
The blooming of a single tree seemed akin to the blooming of a single poem, with the ‘literary’ process mirroring the creativity that is already happening in the world.
As Bob Darr says here , the lines of the poem are ‘describing the power of existence- which is ecstasy.’
It’s easiest to understand this at the height of springtime, under the heavy boughs of a branch in heady bloom. Times like this, we know that this existence is enough, that there isn’t any reason to ‘seek more than what is so.’