He is the sweet fragrance of a rose,
Smelt everywhere all the time
He is the Jasmine Breath
whose source cannot be found
I was a child...Searching for Him,
searching for this Source...
This intoxicating source of Love
I am pulled inside by its everpresent aroma
I swear this is what Infinity smells like, before it is birthed into form!
I could not find Him,
The source of my drunkenness
So I sat, defeated
With tears of sorrow and longing.
When The drop of love hit the ocean within,
Without warning, I heard a knock at my heart door
When I opened it
He said Hello!
all creation became a reflection
of the Flower of my Longing-
And the Source -
my Self