My name is one flower. Jasmine. And the name is symbol and destiny.
I will tell you some story about this Jasmine flower , dating long time ago tracking references in in the Mahabharata.
The story goes like this:
“Once upon a time there was a princess named Parijat, (The Ornament of the Gods). Parijat, also known by the name, Harsingar, was one of the most beautiful princesses in the world who fell in love with Surya Deva, The Sun God. She would spend all her days and nights worshiping him and expressing her love for him through vows, songs, and poems. The Sun loved her back and wholeheartedly admired her devotion. The air was surrounded by the fragrance of a blooming love story.
Years passed and she continued to chant the verses of her love until one day, she decided to confront The Sun. With immense faith in herself, she conveyed her love for him, oblivious to what fate had planned out for her. The Sun couldn’t accept her love as he feared that he would burn her. She pleaded with him, explaining that the power of her devotion and affection could defy the laws of the Universe, that they could be together for eternity, that she didn’t fear getting burnt if it meant she got to be with him. She fought for him, but he loved her too much to see her perish away because of him.
Parijat couldn’t bear the pain of dejection after years of weaving the threads of her fragile heart around her love for The Sun. The misery of her unrequited love left her broken and shattered her spirit in every way possible. Her love for The Sun was pure and eternal and she decided that if she couldn’t be with him, she wouldn’t be with anyone else.
She burnt herself that summer night, and from her ashes rose a tree with the purest white flowers, yellow at their core as a symbol of the fact that The Sun would always remain in her heart. It is believed that her reincarnation was a blessing from the Surya Deva to respect her love for him.
The princess lives within the Night-blooming Jasmine. Within her lives her love, The Sun. The flowers of the tree bloom every night in the darkness as they have been kissed by The Sun, producing a fragrance to express her love towards Surya Deva. However, as soon as the first rays of dawn & sunshine touch the tree, the flowers wither as the princess remembers her pain and misery.
Through the night, the flowers celebrate and cherish Parijat’s love, hoping that someday, The Sun might accept it. Every morning they die, weeping the loss of her brokenness. They shed tears of pain spreading their sweet fragrance, expressing her lingering love for the Sun even after death. The legend says that the flowers of the Parijat tree were one of the sacred treasures among the five divine trees that came out from the milking of the Universe. The power of the love that princess Parijat had for The Sun was so strong that even after millions of years, it resides inside the heart of every Parijat tree.”
The symbolism in this story is tremendous.
What is your name and your blueprint for this reality?
