Jasmine… The Breeze of Damascus, The Breeze of Peace
Oh, Mother Source!
At times … I close my eyes and imagine that I am amidst
your womb of white jasmine and fragrant roses — and,
suddenly, Life breathes itself onto me.
The breeze to flow with a new week.
The breeze of life, Jasmine White.
Hence, I duck into Jasmine... I dive into jasmine white.
I could hold you, tight, for more than 1 lifetime,
Certainly, for more than 1 lifetime...
Damascene Jasmine, verily, the fragrance of my childhood... inherently, of my DNA.