WOODSY ORIENTAL
 
It is entering the space of organic smell of woods, the living trees,
rare timber and what lies beneath. A time punctuated as much
by its difference as by any tiny moments that happen there.
 
The soil seems to slip away under ones steps and transports
one through a surreal motion, to pass from one place -
sandalwood, oudh, to another - incense and balms,
and pass back into that olfactory space.
 
The scent is potent.
It seems to almost ‘speak’ to us in a low voice because
what we ‘hear’ are about our own memories,
contemplation,and reconciliation.
PRECIOUS FOREST