I recently realized that I have been slowly surrounding myself with jasmine in my little garden area.. tucking it everywhere along the perimeter. It seems to me that I must have unknowingly developed a strong draw to it. It beckons me to it with its oppressive sweetness.
Jasmine is said to be a flower of love and of prophetic dreams.. its perfume almost licentious when in bloom. Jasmine has always whispered to me of death. It’s otherworldly call lingers in the back of my mind every time I am enfolded with its scent.. potently enigmatic and far too compelling.