Review: Bloom and Decay

Bloom and Decay feels like first steps of the hero's journey. This was my first thought when I started to understand the rhythm of the book.

But it was clearly something else, something more.

The initiation on Love is somehow universal, every single soul on this earth will be tear apart by its impulse, like the very first heartbeat or a cry of a child that has just born: it’s unstoppable, unbearable, brings us to life and to the doors of death in the same instant.

When you realize everything on you has changed once it has been touched and transformed by its naked bloody hands, dripping the nectar that can feed you and kill you, just by its own measure.

So this could be about starting a journey, for finding Love, but it becomes a crooked path crawling towards a mirror and once you face it you get to decide: what are you looking for?

Like a modern version of the myth, you can spend the rest of your life staring your own reflection, trying to find in others missing pieces of yourself, but in the face of a Daffodil, you have the opportunity to experience loose sight of the self, and recognizing your soul as a vessel made of and to love.

The acknowledgement of the choice requires some maturity and although we can sense the struggle to it, the author finds his way gracefully and regardless feeling every wound the thorns rises and every scent the petals spares on the air.

So like that, drinking every drop, dew or bile, we are invited to question our on perspectives of love and one of the feelings that remains is: do we get to chose from which poison will we die?

The answer might be as trick as the question.

Would you ever choose to die?

If this means that I would get to feel and live every moment totally and infinitely till it ends, as strong, pure and beautiful it is…the answer is Certainly.

I will choose my poison, drink every drop patiently, accepting the bloom and the decay of every roses that pours out on the surface of my skin like the most holy wounds.

I will die for love.

To the author:

Thank you for bringing this words into light, I’ll swim in all of them again and again.

And to readers: I invite you to swim in these dangerous waters…

For the answer is always Love.

I Will. I die. I for. I Love.

“ Fell the flame warm and steady

Fell the flame hot and heavy

Know the flame in its absence

Revere the flame in its presence”

- Rubbo, Chase.