Sweet Things For Alicia - BlogThe journey of a book

This is a stubborn book that I hold. It has one too many memories and one too strong a promise binding it through time. It is an object of your heart and therefor it is an not an object at all, but a sacred thing. A thing of beauty.

I always thought the words inside a book are what make it genuine and real. It is the ideas and the concepts and the relationship each one of them partakes in the context of one's becoming. But a book, much like a string of hair, it can become a part of the story and not only its vessel.

I ponder at that, and in this story I find myself belonging. I find the essence of my mind and its potential flourishing. It is like a worthy challenge, this book. But not one that suggests completion but rather one that admits defeat before it even starts. Like an river that can't help itself but fall in this endless ocean, to become diluted and whole and salty.

But just like a river, this book can carve the soil in between its journey anew. It can feed the thirst of creatures and become a home to many alike. It can glister welcomingly towards eyes blessed to observe its beauty and offer sanctuary to flesh scorched by stubborn suns. For a river is not a thing, but a becoming itself. It is a concept of change that admits of deep character. A contradiction in the minds of the unwise and a salvation in the eyes of a humble soul.

This is how I love you. How I love this book and all the rest of your fights. It is in moments like this, long after the fact. My fool mind longs to admit defeat, longs to become salty and whole. But its truth and its essence resides with you. It will always do so. I have the wounds of a toddler's soul in me. I have a mind that aches and that is starved of what matters for impossibly long. And like a memory stepping from out of time to heal my woulds, you instead come to undo them. To force them to be real. And in this, they loose the transparency that confused my ego and dusted my soul in iron powder. I see your love, and only then I can see myself. And only then I can dare to heal.

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