The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote:
If anyone wants to know what spirit is,
or what God’s fragrance means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
This is possibly my favourite poem of all time.
It restores me like the
my scent-sense is fed by.
It is a poem about simplicity,
about human-scaled miracles.
In my fantasy there is a lost chapter of Alice in Wonderland -
after the drink saying Drink Me,
after the cake pleading Eat Me -
where the adventuring, alien,
Alice, way down the rabbit hole,
far from the familiar and
maybe somewhat homesick -
comes upon a modest glass
with a ginger stem reaching down
into a pale golden scent
that humbly suggests :