Under the Jasmine tree We rarely speak of it

We rarely speak of it

whisper old stories into the quiet

and every breath feels like a new constellation

"Lost somewhere in the universe where all the stars

Under the Jasmine tree We rarely speak of itJasmine. How does one even begin to describe jasmine in all its layers, and in all its beauty? The childhood memories of the jasmine earrings and tiaras, the gatherings of the old and young under its aromatic wings, the careful picking of the ones that whisper to us its ok, you can have me, the ones we lay to rest in bowls filled with water so their perfume may reverberate through the night We rarely speak of it, yet everyone I know has a jasmine