|(c) 2013 by David Borden
I take the lower path, and on it, I travel alone, leaving the clang and rut, the ego-drive, and the sweat of conquest. Here I commune with the small creatures. I pass into the unmistakable scent of jasmine. I pause, breathing deeply to the soles of my feet. The jasmine creeps and dangles on the surrounding brush and weeps from a Mountain Laurel, whose violet blossoms have already dropped for the season.
It takes me back to my life in Morocco: night-blooming jasmine would waft through our open windows on the cool desert breeze and I would revel in my incredible fortune. How did I deserve such a life of adventure? Free to travel and discover, bleed the lines between cultures and continents?
It is powerful, this smell that plumbs for memories beyond mere images and into emotions and states of being. I am by myself on this path, heady with life's experience until the cardinal brings me back with his skipping CD. He is a fiery red dart through the umbra. The speckled sun behind him shimmers like water; I have shrunk into one of the small creatures on this ocean floor of green. I pause along the tangle like the bird, feeling both mighty and insignificant, feeling alone and not, as I draw the jasmine into my journal and into my journey.
This is the path through the valley. This is my way to the mountain.
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