On my quest to read 3 books per month, I picked up a little gem at the book store. Don't get me wrong...i LOVE to read...but for some reason it appears as if the authors of the 21st century have forgotten how to write. I get bored with most novels after the first three pages and the shelves in my room can attest to this fact; crammed tight they are...creaking and groaning under the weight of scores of books left to be completed...but i digress.
"The Zahir' caught my eye for one reason: The cover portrayed a woman's silhouette...lost, it seems, in a desert...her face hidden by shadows cast by the sun. I checked the author. Paulo Coelho, one i've never read but have been meaning to...the infamous author of the 'The Alchemist' who's prose had turned me off after the first page...but again i digress.
The Zahir, as described by Jorges Luis Borges, is visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or madness.
And so...this is my revelation.
We each possess a Zahir...something which refuses to leave our minds; someone that possesses our soul...bleeding thoughts onto a page in such a senseless, reckless and incoherent manner that we are unaware of what we write until we write it; nothing makes sense as our deepest thoughts are spilled, the carnage great as the war in our minds leads us to one conclusion. We are no longer who we thought we were. We have become what we were meant to be but didn't have the courage or the incentive to manifest before.
Does it matter that your blood runs through my veins?
Should I care that i inhaled your soul, tasting your core...promising myself that possession is not possible, that i am stronger than that insipid emotion...yet knowing that as I walk away my scars would be visible, bleeding...fighting to grasp onto a life that could only be a fleeting thought?
Should it matter that I see your face in my dreams; and i am afraid to close my eyes because when I do...all i think, breathe, feel see, hear is you?
Should it matter?
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We don't all have a Zahir, because in order to do that introspection is required. Most people are unwilling or incapable to be truly introspective. Love least of all can't be a Zahir because it is fleeting. What could be a zahir is your intellect that which drives you to to look so deeply into yourself to expose your flaws and gifts and how tightly related they are.
I liked this entry.
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