One cannot approach Jasmine,
Without being embraced by its Fragrance.
Likewise with The Beloved,
And Her Fragrance… Bliss.
The Sweetness is “of” Jasmine,
And Bliss “of” The Beautiful One,
As wetness is to water,
Or glistening to gold.
The Fragrance of Jasmine,
Arises only from Jasmine.
And Jasmine without Fragrance,
Is not Jasmine.
The two are One,
Fragrance not merely an “effect of”,
But inherent in…
The Jasmine of The Soul.
The “two” are One.
We wander, moved by Unbearable Longing,
For the Fulfillment of our Heart's Desire,
And in a moment of Grace…
The Perfume of the Beloved wafts by.
Do we dismiss that Fragrance,
As “not Jasmine”,
As merely a “transient, ‘unreal’ apparition”,
And arrive at a Flower without attributes?
Do we declare it “Maya”,
A Delusion,
A Deceit,
A “Dangerous Sweet”?
Only those who have merely “read of”,
Only those merely “thinking about”,
Would dismiss this Fragrance,
Never lifting their gaze to the Flower…
Never dropping,
From head to Heart,
From concept to Experience,
From “knowledge” to Love.
To each their own.
But the Lovers I cherish,
Follow the Fragrance,
Dancing, flirtatious…
Drawing them ever nearer
To Death as a Jasmine Lover,
And Life, beyond Lover and Beloved,
As Jasmine, Itself.
