A Love Scent

I have a 6’2” Dracaena Corn plant in my living room and it’s blooming. Three long hanging stems ornamented with fluffy white flowers; Elegant, Timeless and Mysterious.
All that alone is already Pure Joy, God-Realized. But wait, It gets better.
Every evening the flowers release a divine smell…IT’S IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO BE HERE NOW.

I am listening to Kiss of a Rose by Deuter and it’s 8:04pm. If I were to describe my idea of Heaven, it would have to be this Here Now; Sitting comfortably on a white chair, Deuter on repeat and this intoxicating scent that is coming from my corn plant. Nothing unfolding as Everything and everything has it’s own place and name Here, but Now, I AM aware.

I close my eyes and Everything Is changing and yet, it remains the same.
I am drunk with the scent of God, the scent of my corn flower. The smell has a color that I can’t name and a familiar vibration. It dances through this spacious body, the temple, my body. The plant is so generous that It communicates with me as me through a smell. It’s a new language, an ancient one. God, I love this smell!
We don’t exchange names or personal information. I trust it’s invitation. Nameless, I fall into an ocean of Self-Love. Oneness. I AM in Heaven. Tears happen. I laugh. I stay there, Here.

I open my eyes and I see in my living room at least 21 reflections of Love looking back at Love, at me. Nothing unfolding as Everything. Love scented.

By Art Temar© 2018