email: mythago@lavondyss.com
journal: silverlove
"Shatter
the moonbeams
that fall and they will
become tiny dancers
of light."
- Amba
In my writing and photography, I'm not defining beauty, because I think that beauty, like love, cannot be defined. Beauty can be experienced through an emotion evoked by a good story, or by a photograph, painting or movie. It is fun to play with, like love is, like other mysteries of nature, like life, happiness or curiosity.
True beauty holds innocence at its source. Innocence is a mystery in itself, it doesn't know what it is, it is like magic. Think of the innocence of animals, especially a predator. Much of the time the way they kill is innocent. Beauty is like that too. Balanced, not only divine but sometimes dark and dangerous.
To understand beauty you have to put your whole self into it, hold nothing back, your eyes wide-eyed and astonished, restrictions removed from feeling, able to hunger, to drink from your senses and make love to the delicious and strange essence that intertwines through everything, make love to the universe and be unafraid of what that means. Just open, open and watch it scream like a jaguar, deep heartbeat, deep breaths, wa la ka aya de marama yiiiiiii....
