THE PLACE OF BEAUTIFUL SMELLS

Traveling today to The Place of Beautiful Smells. In a Garden of Eden all around me, windy breezes blowing up into my nostrils with the scents of all the flowers, blossoms blossoming, tingling my nose as pollen dust wisps on by, like a smell of orangey fruit that takes me higher, guides me, salivates my tongue but through the smells of my nose.

Perfumes on bodies everywhere, expensive scents, lingering in the air long after their wearers are gone.

Watermelons and cherry blossoms, smelling trees indoors that tingle me after taking showers in waterfalls, clean smells, smells that cause positive emotional states, breathing them all in deeply with the nose, surrounded by garden smells, sweet smells too of golden raisins, smells of freshly baking breads, yellow breads, holy Challah breads, smells of candles being ignited, smells of herbs in boiling water on a stove, all delighting in scents that please, scents that do not cost a cent and are senseless.

Traveling on foot slowly not in a car, to mingle and linger longer in the space of these lovely smells, to always be perfumed, to not have allergies, to sniff in flower blossoms to achieve a state of holiness, to be as white and as pure as the white Lily flower, to be in the presence of the Peace Lily, to have its aromas encircling all around you as you take in its glory with heavy breaths, breathing in it all, walking by a candy factory that you can keep smelling for miles and miles away.

Deep breathing, and to have all the air around you be as fresh as a Daisy, as white as a Daisy, and to be in clean air, air that is so beautiful it gives you happiness and a reason to dance.