Jasmine… The Breeze of Damascus, The Breeze of Peace

Jasmine
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.

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I could hold you, tight, for more than 1 lifetime,

Damascus.

Certainly, for more than 1 lifetime...

Jasmine

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Damascene Jasmine, verily, the fragrance of my childhood... inherently, of my DNA.

Jasmine

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