The sun fell down shine at the west, on my lips the taste of buckthorn tea with orange and honey. In the ears exalted U2: “And love is not the easy thing… You’re packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been. A place that has to be believed to be seen. You could have flown away. A singing bird in an open cage. Who will only fly, only fly for freedom”.
At times it seems to me that if God exists, then it is a woman. When she is bored, she watches over us – makes her bets. Sometimes the bets win and she smiles slyly. In any case, she mastered the art of natural selection. Filled with love of her own. Because she is Love. No, she is no stranger to weakness. Perhaps for this reason, seemingly, she appreciates strength: of spirit, perseverance, brilliance – incomprehensible by most. And if you want to be loved, you pay with those fares you are only capable of. You bring offerings by foregoing yourself, liquefying into a raw aspiration to win love. And so culminates every game with God. After slipping over the threshold, you surrender and follow. But if you give love yourself, without bargaining for the sunlight and basking in its indulgence, then you keep in yourself the virtue, its image and likeness. And this is not all.
Love is a feeling that moves us and inspires us to become better, keeps our connection with others, gives us compassion, the vigour to accomplish tremendous feats and win over our battles, and also what you can always rely on when there is nothing more to rely on.
“Then we fell into the shining sea.The weight that drags your heart down. Blood orange sunset brings you to your knees.Well, that’s what took me where I need to be.Which is here”.
© Elin Vidoff