When the lotus opened, I didn't notice and went away empty-handed.
Only now and again do I suddenly sit up from my dreams to smell a strange fragrance.
It comes on the south wind, a vague hint that
makes me ache with longing, like the eager
breath of summer wanting to be completed.
I didn't know what was so near, or that it was mine.
This perfect sweetness blossoming in the depth of my heart.
I copied this from one of your posts Inda, I hope you don't mind. It is so beautiful.