that make me Feel
than what I was originally feeling.
that make me Yearn
to touch the intangible
the scent of the essence
and yet understand that
I am already touched by them.
The Spiritual Oils is what I would like to call them
SpikeNard grounding, calming, centering- earthy
like an arabic song
whose words I do not understand
but haunt me just the same..
Nard earthy, the Blue Lotus watery… green.. but centering still
a quietness there too..
& the lovely ethereal Pink Lotus, at once there, and not there at all-
close to my heart, touching quieting, soothing, softening.
and the wonderful complexity of Myrrh…
Mixed with Davana– imagine!
the pleasure of the Jasmine’s honeyed notes
the mouth-watering scents in the peppery undertones of the Rose…
Champaca… oh where to stop!
Frangipani in Monoi de tiare.
the rounded notes of the beautiful Mimosa
Tuberose! delicious voluptuousness…
I shall stop
this is where I belong
in the memory of long ago scents
in drops hidden away in tiny vials
in experiments labored over and over
for a few drops of pure indulgence
in extracts that I could not bear
to create into perfume…
15yr old sandalwood hidden away still…
a bit of Carnation, Cassie
writing, stopping, looking
what I have hidden, treasured, forgotten
till I look again.
Ah! the Joy
of laboring with a load of perfumes.
too natural to quit.