Frightening times, daytime nightmares, surprising, dangerous. The forces of anti-beauty and anti-vitality are awakened and over-stimulated. Mistakes are being made by many, even with the available light at the end of this Winter’s tunnel glowing true and real.
The spirit of Clarimonde may fall into the appearance of a paralysis, coma, death, many times, over and over, for long and short periods. These are tactics of self-defense, for self-instruction, and self-preservation.
So, in the interests of maintaining the crucial connection to beauty and Nature, it’s time once again to study the lessons of resurrection as performed by other living things, in particular our companions the plants. Especially the fragrant flowers that enter with concentration into perfumes.
The fallow gather strength through experience and blossom again, there is always a lily resurrection to look forward to.
Lily petals curve and recurve
bursting out from ovoid bud pods, high above sword-blade leaves.
A scent daylight bright, making a fragrance blanket
thrown far, an invisible song sung opera soprano loud,
in a heady floating nectar cloud.
establishing an island of its own scent weather.
The intention of a lily is to make
beauty and food, for self and others,
as gifts for buzzing insects, as
a trade in return for pollination and continuation.
With waxy petals and tall green leaves,
luminous against the sun, all
pure light and reflections are pulled within.
Productive beauty is grown of drinking radiance
plus dew, dirt, minerals, dissolved by water into color and scent.
Daytime brightness warms an internal light,
increasing the pregnant curve of the bulb underground.
When enough is made of summer experiences
shadows of a colder season turn down the scent,
as a slow fade, from fresh to clinging, then cloying,
as petals fall brown, back into the earth
into a soft withdrawal
to spiral back in.
Self-fulfilling, the Lily owns a virgin-martyr’s strength
to increase, resurrect, and repeat itself.
The fragrance of lilies is so searingly beautiful and pre-occupying, they can enhance or mask almost anything, and dive you into different season, another perspective, simply on being opened.
Favorite lily-dominant perfumes of mine are Serge Lutens Un Lys, a saintly exalted refinement of white lilies; Fredrick Malle Lys Mediterranee, which brings fresh green air in, with lilies ecstatically waving around in a seaside breeze, and Cartier Baiser Volè, a quietly elegant lily in equal balance with shades of face powder on clean skin.
Images above: white lilies by Fantin-Latour, Drawing by Leonardo.
Poem by me, Lucy Raubertas, as inspired by perfumes, images and real lilies.