Maria Bezuglaya

All my taste buds have cleared, and at some point all words lost their meaning. If you take every black apart down to molecules, white appears. It is impossible to separate sound from water, wind from light, and me from my love.

Fear prevents seeing, thinking, and speaking. It feels good sometimes to find words, even without meaning, even without a conclusion. I have seen many happy people. I have seen happiness, and I know what it tastes like. Like a peach, like water evaporating from skin, like music, a wave through the body, a kiss, a full breath of air, a warm embracing lake, a splinter in a finger, tea with a friend, a dance.

I do not know what can make a person more happy than the dance of a free body, than an unlimited fearless radiance without looking back. Fear for the body, for loved ones, for the future, for money, for the world. The body carries all this fear inside, and it hurts. Expanding into creativity in order to heal, to be rather than to fear. Not being afraid to make mistakes, because a mistake can become a gift. My work is to show up, not to let fear, doubt, or people interfere with that. To create, be beautiful, smile, dance, live in abundance and share it. This is stronger than wars.