Moon, Night Jasmine And Their Tale Of Spirituality
Moon. An allure of the night. The one that shines with full brilliance in the spangled skies. A muse that inspires the beholder of the sight to sing songs of its beauty. An enigma that awakens the subconscious realm of a person and evokes their repressed feelings to fly unfettered into the wild. And thus on moonlit nights, many poems- told and untold pervade the world, sometimes heard, sometimes unheard.
And if I were to write what moonlight smells like, I will tell you that it has the essence of those night jasmine flowers- its companion on those autumn nights. And the subtle semblance between them is often missed by many unkeen eyes.
Just as the moon dawns at dusk making itself visible faintly from the horizon, the night jasmine also peeks out from its tiny bud with apprehension. The moon reaches the zenith with its sheer brilliance dispelling the gloom and eeriness of the darkness just like the jasmine's lobes slowly complete tracing a semicircle peppering the tree with tiny florets of white by the early hours of the midnight, its genesis made known by the whiff of its strong fragrance suggestive of a sweet presence in the otherwise unfamiliar nights. And thus a beautiful story is spoken visually and revelled in its entirety all in one night. A tale with a bittersweet ending.
While the moon sets to tell its tale for another night, the night jasmine flowers embrace the soft crust of the "Terra Firma" unfurling the pristine whiteness in all its glory amidst the dew-laden greenery. Words fall short to describe the ethereality of the scene. But all in all, it teaches the philosophy of "mono no aware"- an empathy towards things, to be aware of its transience and how to value each moment of happiness and cherish it instead of focusing on the brevity of life. In today’s world, we forget to live every minute and die each second by worrying. Worrying about something that might not unfold in the future. And just like that, “NOW’’ loses its garb of positivity robbed by the spectre of “TOMORROW”.
-Rumi
