“Flowers are the music of the ground…
From Earth’s lips spoken without sound.”
The Night Jasmines or Shiuli/ Harsingar/Parijat as they are called in India, have once again made an unfettered come back. Night Jasmines herald the arrival of autumn, as they lie casually strewn across the ground beneath their modest tree. A tree that in all possibility would go unnoticed, if not for the fragrant, intoxicating prettiness that caresses the ground beneath.Look within, there is a Night Jasmine hiding inside each one of you. Click To Tweet
In my scheme of all things autumnal, Night Jasmines are the most treasured autumn visitors. I spend almost every autumn morning gathering them, as they lie carpeting the ground.
The Night Jasmine trees are a perfect example of this beautiful autumnal quote with their delicate, orange stemmed flowers that are a picture perfect, warm hue of the season.
To see a night jasmine bloom, fall to the ground in the wee hours of dawn; is indeed a priceless sight to behold. The orange stemmed, pinwheeled prettiness with it’s white petals, swirls off the branches, gently doing a dervish dance, before twirling around and embracing the ground with its gentle kiss.
night jasmines and the art of letting go
The Night Jasmines bloom in the night, and by the crack of dawn they are ready to fall to the ground. They are short-lived visitors to this earth, but while they are here they make sure to leave an indelible mark in our hearts. They are also fleeting autumn visitors, ready to bid us adieu with the onset of winters. Night Jasmines are our perfect teachers on the art of letting go.
We, mere mortals have no clue how long we will grace this Earth, so while we are here let’s all learn to embrace everything with love, and spread our fragrance of joy and optimism; just like the enchanting Night Jasmines. And, when it’s time to let go of people, things, emotions, situations or even life per say; let’s move on with ease, love and gratitude in our hearts.
A Lifetime with shiulis
As a child, I grew up anticipating the arrival of the Night Jasmines with the awe-inspiring autumn. Even when the tree had managed to bloom just one odd flower, my excitement would grow in leaps and bounds. Shiuli blooms herald the Durga Pujo season; the decent of Goddess Durga to earth, to vanquish all evil.
I have spent many a Durga pujos gathering Shiulis from the ground, or shaking it’s puny trunk for a loot of the blooms. Thereafter, I would spend hours threading Shiuli garlands with my friends, for the mighty Goddess. Night Jasmines not only make me nostalgic, but fill me with a heady sense of happiness.
Even till date, each morning I gather the Night Jasmines from the foot of the trees, making sure not to trample upon them. I then bring them back home, placing them adoringly in a bowl or cup, sprinkling it with liberal doses of water. All this while knowing, they will intoxicate my soul with a sense of well-being, through the day.
I could dedicate, Leonard Cohen’s, “You fill up my senses”, to the gracious Night Jasmines.
Like the Night Jasmines fallen to the ground, we may be trampled or pushed around, our lives may be short and fleeting; yet let’s continue to live joyfully, and strive ceaselessly and make this life a fragrant affair to remember.
Look within, there is a Night Jasmine hiding inside each one of you.