Beauty by the tenth muse

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Stand up and look at me, face to face

My friend,

Unloose the beauty of your eyes….

-Sappho

Way of least resistance

Does there really exist any ways to alter anything without resistance? Those ostensibly nicer and easier solutions I have made have  nearly always tighter the deadlock of my situation and led even harder solutions if any. Now I am about to face some of my vital needs and meet them or die not minding the resistance, nor the costs, nor the pain

but

minding to survive, even if the lost freedom is the grief of the bondmaid.

Modern Morrigan

In modern mythos the Great Elfqueen appears in the guise of Aeryn Sun of Farscape -series.

The old Goddesses of Love tended also to be Goddesses of War. I wonder if we humans have evolved from those ancient themes but only pretend violence is something we have banished from our comfortable way of adapting everyday, urban niche. For e.g. if we look deeper in the eyes of that that mellow, pastel green world saving idealism,  we find it is filled with arrogant western paradigm of trying to avoid the final battle of Ragnarök or to win that or simplier: we want to control our destiny.

Every country has an army: either an own or a foreign. Alike every woman has her weaponry and either she uses them to protect what she loves or let somebody else eat her alive.

In this first day after the All Hallows’ Eve as the new year of the Old Ways and witches have just begun, I wish there would be something invaluable in your life, in such a profound manner it would be worth fighting, dying and wishing for.

Feeding

I am thinking about all those dreams and nightmares I am feeding. Some feel realistic, indeed but some seem to fit in the cosmic pattern of the story of my life and that story is persistently told by myself to myself. Every story is kind of a map of real ground I have to learn as persistently as I am telling the story to reshape it.

What in this network of beliefs and stubs of plots is feeding me? Do I hold on the nice lies only because they are familiar to me? Is it a lie to rely on another or not? I wonder if either has its place, but you can convince me if I am wrong.

It feeds me, if and when I encounter honestly somebody, but certainly uncertainty concerning the others eats me alive. Either, the encountering nor reflecting, I can not avoid with you, him, her, them… What is finally true between us or is there any?

Would it be better to pass on or not?

Even if

Even if this nascent phenomenon would be queer, doubtful, daunting taboo, I decide to concentrate rejoicing this phenomenon is also exciting, exalting and exhilarating. You’ll see, a taboo always belongs to that principle what is sacred, so no need to mention you are blessed touching the untouchable, burning your fingertips.

Meanwhile I hold on what is dignity in-humane.

Flying like a bird.

…and one can do nothing but enjoy the ride.

Style of a thief

A character Robin Hood says to Lady Marion in the movie Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves:

“Milady, a woman of your beauty has no need for such… decorations.”

Thus, I still stick on all black since it is plain but romantic, rough but stylish and suits as well in the woods as in the city.