I am Aja Dematerra
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I am the Artist
By the waters in the dark cave I lie.
I am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love, and rises from her dreams to begin. My fingers spread like flames, shapes glow on the walls of the cave, as I paint. I am the Artist who paints visions passionately. Feeling color in a new way. The invisible side of color, Light planted in the jeweled core. I am the Artist who frees what is under, what is below, what is beyond. I am the Artist who receives new worlds in the darkness, and declares her visions complete. My instincts, like diamonds, cutting through dis-belief. I am the Artist who believes in the beauty I see, and lights up the darkness with belief. I am the Artist who understands love each day a little more, as I paint. Along the cave’s spiraling path upwards, I proceed. I am the Artist who comes out of the cave, eventually. I rub my eyes in the sun and people ask me, Who are you? Where do you come from? I am the Artist who creates a new language, when I answer them. I am the Artist who loves, instead of fears. I am the Artist who begins her work here. Remember, my friends, with a paintbrush of fire, you express desire, with a paintbrush of wind, you experience vast visions, with a paintbrush of water, you are the ocean’s daughter, with a paintbrush of earth, you caress the bones of birth. I am the Artist who loves, instead of fears. I am the Artist who begins her work here. I am the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love, and rises from her dreams to begin! 
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I am the Tree of the Goddess
In the waters that are a continent, a galaxy, a star,
I am the Mother Tree of a pulsing plasma vision erupting from a jewel. I stand in an Ocean of radiant, loving, caressing, feelings, benefiting, bathing, beautifying, All. I am the Tree of the Goddess, and I have emerged, for all the people who have dreamed of me. All the dreamers, all the artists, all the visionaries, all the children, all the prisoners, who have seen me, who have felt me, who have been touched deeply by oozing colors swirling in the fountain of a magical earth, and planted seeds. I have burst forth from the floor of the untamable Sea. Pouring jewels from every hand. Singing, “It’s time to awaken,” from every branch. Oozing the colors of a magical earth. Colors rippling from my bark, erupting from my jewels, fountaining from my flowers and from my breasts. I paint. I sigh. I dance. I kiss. I bless. I have burst forth from the floor of the untamable Sea. I too cannot be tamed. But none who dream of me, dream of taming me, anyway. And I have not come here to tame anyone. I have come here to unleash, I have come here to free, the paintbrush, the pen, the inner eye, the magical realms, the swirling hips, the poetry of bliss, the forgotten ecstasies of creativity, the succulent simplicities of being a Goddess Tree. |