Poetry from the Heart of Truth and Love by Aja Dematerra
The Following 7 Chapters in the Poetry of Truth and Love are contained below - Truth, Rising Earth, Goddess, Flowers, Dad, Art, Healing.
The Truth and the Pearl
The Truth will be revealed. No matter how we cloak ourselves. No matter how we hide. No matter what symbols of kindness we exchange that only disguise our hearts of fear. The religious fervor with which we run away from the mounds and mounds of filth growing riper by the day, only delays us claiming the glowing beauty of the Pearl seeking us in this storm.
These cloaks will be torn away. This Pearl must be claimed. It seeks to show itself to us and it must. It must be seen. This Pearl hovers above the mounds and mounds of filth illuminating the way for the brave and underneath all the layers, we are all brave, we are all warriors. That is why we came. That is why we are here. We all wear the armor of God. It’s just been laid beneath the stench and slime of our collective cowardice. This spell that caught us all.
But even the most asleep will awaken, even the most blind will see, when the time of revelations comes. And that time is here. Even the most fanatical devotees to soulless programs, will come undone.
The Truth will be uncovered and there will be no one left to cover it back again. We have come here for this Pearl. Do you remember? We have come here to reveal the Truth, and claim the Pearl. For the Truth is a Pearl and its value is not of this world. But we didn't come here for this world.
We came here for the one we're birthing out of this shitstorm. We came to uncover the Truth. Do you remember?
We are the ones who held hands when the great deception began, and we cloaked ourselves but in a different way. We put on great robes of light to alight upon the mounds and mounds of filth, and stay steady when the shitstorm struck. For we love the Pearl of Truth so very much, and we wanted more than anything to return it to its rightful owners, Us.
Let Beauty Pulse Across the Nation
If you want change let your Beauty pulse out across the nation. Live in your world as Beauty dancing and revealing itself without thought of those who scurry to hide themselves from the Sun. Let your body not be trespassed by the dark edicts of the ancient tyrannies, but revel in your nakedness, your sacred smile, your human dance. Glide smiling and breathe freely in your community. Be the wild succulent canvas for Beauty to paint itself on and allow for the convergence with this poisoned cracking pot and God's realms pouring in. Be in celebration as you witness the nightmare leaving and your vessel the Holy Garden where our new future is growing healthy and strong.
The Lie in the Temple of the Divine
Long Ago a lie was placed in the temple of the Divine. The Truth of Creator is what Creator is restoring now in these temples everywhere. Creator has opened portals into the earthly realms and stepped into the corrupted temples of the Divine blasting away all that is not true with Oceans of Heavenly Breaths.
We wash away the filth and fill ourselves once again with the Light and the Breath of Truth and Speak into this realm the Gold that cannot be sold, the Silver that cannot be stolen.
This is the New Language the Creator Within Us is teaching us. This learning is happening daily now to All. This mass corrupting lie is no longer possible to be told without great suffering to those who tell it Those who Speak with the pure Truth Breath of the Divine shall be lifted into Heavenly Realms as they Walk Upon Earth.
We gather around this temple reclaiming lost sacred knowledge, and the power of our tears and the glory of our laughter guides us up its steps...
A Part of the Garden that Doesn’t Matter at All
Why do people not think for themselves? Why do people not feel for themselves? Why do people with great predictability question and rebel against mothers and fathers who love them, and with equal predictability not question cultural and spiritual authorities they’ve never met? Why do people bow down easily to government and social control while believing they are self-governing, independent and free? Do people know who they are? In the core of themselves is the light on so they can find their way into themselves? Or is the path to the center of their nature dark and covered in thorns, brambles, and fallen trees due to thinking there’s nothing of value there? Just wild uninhabitable forest? A dark hole behind their well taken care of home? A part of the garden that doesn’t matter at all?
Who Shall Dive So Deep?
All alone at the bottom of an untelevised unexplored sea, in a cave, in a dark cave, darker than any darkness considered to be dark whispers a suffering deeper than any suffering considered to be unbearable.
In a dark cave far beyond the doors where we the masses are allowed to go and know the televised traumas of our own and our world’s sorrows. In another cave, behind another door, in another sea, beyond the caves, and doors, and seas of most humans’ experiences, beyond the hidden places we sink into in therapy sessions. Beyond the caves of mists, beyond the doors of grey, beyond the blackest doors wrapped in blood and presented by the media. Beyond all the doors where we have all met in the televised sea. Deeper waters to explore.
All alone at the bottom of an untelevised unexplored sea, in a cave, in a dark cave, the Little Unnamed Ones silently breathe. Behind the most private of doors built by the most inhuman of hands, the Little Unnamed Ones silently dream of freedom. No one can swim into or out of this cave unless the inhuman ones decree it is so. These are Children whose souls are alive and whose skin cries to the sun. Some have never seen the sun, and yet they weep for the sun. Some have never seen a human and yet they pray for us to come.
Who shall name these Children? They have named themselves Darkness. They have named themselves, Agony, Pain, Rage. Every day they whisper to each other as they sit motionless in their cages, I Do Not Exist. But these are not their true names. Who shall name these Children? Who shall save these Children? Who shall dive so deep?
In the Solemn Golden Light of the Mother They Walk Towards the Children
It all starts in the root of the Tree and the heart of the deepest Cave. That is where the evil hides and that is where the Good wins it all back again. That is where the Good takes up its Silver Staff, its Golden Sword, and the Ancient Rose of the Goddess. They walk through the underground tunnels holding hands. God and Goddess. King and Queen. Man and Woman. Their robes are royal. Their minds are solemn. Their mission is Divine. For the Children, they have undone everything. For the Children, everything will be taken down. And done for the first time.
They walk through the underground corridors lit with ancient prophecies telling of this time. When the key to unlocking the abominations that seek to steal the children's minds will be given, and the door shall open the world to another world. And nothing shall ever be the same.
Their robes are royal. Their minds are solemn. They walk with downturned gaze. A Golden Light flickers upon them. It is the Light of the Mother who has opened the tunnels to them. It is the Mother of Light who watches over their sanity that it be never shaken from its velvet core of grace. They are down here. They are down here. The Children have been down here for so long. No one can think upon them, and be the same.
Yet the Man and the Woman are down here. They are down here. That is why the Mother is guarding over their sanity. In the dark where no light can travel. In the evil no love can reach. Till the Man and the Woman came. Now, they are down here. They are down here. They opened their eyes and did more than weep. They walked down into the dark to meet the Forgotten and Unseen Ones, and they never looked away. They never look away. They are down here. They are down here. The Children are down here. But so are the Man and the Woman.
Song of the Woman and the Orb
The orb is gold. The orb is very gold. The golden orb is crystalline. It has crystalline blue streams flowing through it. The orb is sparkling, glimmering, glistening. It is shining in a soft, gentle way. The orb is expanding. It is all around us.
Within the orb it is fragrant. Like fields of flowers and bees making honey. There is a new, pure existence inside the orb. Everything from the old paradigm is just a memory, it has no substance.
The light inside the orb is flecked with gold. A warm gold. Like the burning radiance of golden flowers. I am now living inside the orb. The orb wants me to be happy. It wants me to be at ease. Within the orb I sense the floating, crystalline presences of my Star family. Hello, I say and the orb smiles. A smile rippling from the edges of the orb, swirling around me in a sweet, warm embrace, and I know for the first time since I came here I am truly safe.
As You Sail Upon Your Ship
As you sail upon the Sea of the dreamtossing dreamshattering dreamcrashing world. As you sail upon the ship that has taken you to this point in the wild illusionfilled waters of this unspeakably old world. As you sail upon your ship let your new earth dreams guide your every breath. The dreams that come and go as you sail through storm and mist. These are your beautiful inner gifts. The beauty that keeps you upright and open-eyed on your ship.
Let your new earth dreams be all you see now. Keep your eyes on your beautiful inner gifts. Though you have traveled through countless storms, you are one who has has never closed the portal to your new earth dreams. You have always returned to your sacred station on this ship.
And I tell you , you can be at the the end of this journey if you wish. You can burn away the mist. The mist surrounding your ship. Claim your beautiful inner gifts. Step upon land. The land you dream of. The jewels that have guided you this far. They illuminate new earth's shore. The burning crystals of inner knowing. Let them burn away the mist, let them dismantle the storm, and Look. Look straight ahead. New Earth !
Before We Leap We are finding the place. The place that feels just right. The place between the raindrops. The place between the flames so hot. And we are looking into the light. The light we kept for this time. The light shining from a wordless book of wisdom. Pages of so much beauty without lines. We whisper to each other, Our promises were never erased! And we breathe into the space. The space beyond the heartbreak. The newborn country stretching above the sighs. We are looking into the light.
We are holding each other's hands. Intrepid before the dissolution. Strengthened by the invisible gifts we have been given. And as the music ripples through the noise, as the music washes away the fake, as the lies rising across the land stand naked for all to see, as Truth sings at last for You and Me, we know we will leap together, at just the right time.
I Am the Sun
I Am the Sun streaming in passionate light plunging through the pores of earth Opening I dive to embrace my beloved Gaia I pour down with pure power the crystalline structures in all rising things Open their doors wide
I Am the Sun discovering and being discovered by my beloved Gaia in her core beauty mysteries we are both being reborn I Am uplifting Gaia and being uplifted by Her You are our Child crystalline Child beloved Child of the bliss the shaking the nothing being as it was our Child no returning to the old dark ways I Am the Sun rising I and Gaia rising through all rising things all doors Open wide welcome this pure power rising through feet dancing in ecstatic body filling crystalline orb cry in joy with us together we embrace the discovering the bliss the shaking the nothing being as it was...
A Heavenly Being Sings
Your body is your perch. Your mighty tree with brilliant branches come close. So close to touch the hands of earth and hold them gently in yours. But not so close your wings are caged. Not so tight your heart feels annoyed or enraged by earthly things.
Soon you will dance in the heart of the Divine. All will be known as pieces of light broken into so many gems. That which was a source of pain shall be known to you as the fountain from which your wisdom poured forth. To wash your eyes of all that was in the way of this love so Infinite. So True. So You.
The Return of Gaia’s Diamond
We follow the Man and the Woman down through the Golden Tunnel into the Diamond Cave where all is perfectly remembered, all is perfectly planned. Now is the time and it will not come again. We stand in a circle holding hands, and through our hands run the waters of rebirth, the gold of transformation, the true elements of our forgotten abundance.
We thought we were following the Man and the Woman into the Diamond Cave but discover we were following our Higher Selves, and we truly are equal. We have all been leaders, secret and not so secret world leaders guiding this miracle in the journey home to Gaia.
The Mother of Our Realm has never faltered though her wounds have been countless. Her every breath a prayer for redemption for the Diamond Cave’s slaughtered sacred mysteries. For the removal of the Dark One’s rituals. Heavenly restoration of Her Core. She has remembered us without ceasing. She has been calling us home without weeping. Lest we grow afraid as we take up our scepters, our vows, and our swords.
The Mother of Our Realm has always known the way we would remember our way home was through the seemingly unshakeable beauty of Her love for Her Children. The eternal grace of Her generous arms that have held us even as She bled in silence and in stillness with Her sorrows. Even as She grieved in Her most solitary abyss, the loss of the Diamond Jewel from Her Core Cave.
Her Children have grown up. Her Children walk through the Golden Tunnel tall and strong today. Bearing no fear for the future, only knowing what they do in this now is All. They know they are nothing without Her dreams and visions running through their hearts, giving them the map home, charting the way through each heartbeat taken with Her.
We stand in a circle holding hands, for the waters flow from each to each in our love for each other, our love for Gaia. What is the difference? We know none. We have come into the Cave for She has called us here today. Deeper than deep we are called and deeper still, till we can fall no further into her mysterious glories. And as we stand still in this circle holding hands, we are the recipients of her enormous sighs of relief, the release of her hidden ancient tears.
We raise our hands to receive the Diamond. It floats down into the Cave. It hovers above us in the center of the circle. The Diamond is returned by Her Champion, the Lost Sun of the Forgotten Dawn. All we have to do to make this miracle so is Breathe and See and Feel the Diamond in Union with each other and Her. And then, it is done. It is done. The restoration of Her Diamond is purely and completely placed inside her Core Cave. It is done. We have done it. Just as we promised we would.
Knowing and Feeling
We are so loved. We have always been so loved. No one was ever abandoned. None of us abandoned. None. It has been a long time since we all knew this. A long time since all of us could feel this. Feel we are touching the One. The One who created us, and from whom we flow. And we know this feeling of touching the One sometimes. We know this feeling of being loved sometimes. Like flashes of light bursting through the hidden heavens of our eternal hearts. And we shall all be knowing and feeling this more and more till it is all we know and all we feel. Forevermore.
WThe Divine Feminine is the Innermost Shrine
On the side of an ancient hill, at the end of a path of herbs and flowers, the Guardian stands and then kneels before the golden door leading into the cave of the Divine, the gentle door to true power.
The Guardian serves she who dances within, Priestess of the innermost heart. She who serves at the shrine of the Divine Feminine. Upon dark sacred rock, soft flames glow. The Guardian’s palms flicker. In the cave of visions igniting blood, bone, and heat, the Priestess moves in devotional dance of love generating peace.
The Priestess has lately returned, returned to dance, and the Guardian, to serve her. For thousands of years there was no Guardian at the golden door. The Guardian was silenced, as he stood for the Priestess. He was killed as he knelt before her. His blood mixed with the flowers and herbs on the path.
He became the secret wind whispering in her ear warning, Those who would not allow Divine Feminine to heal their wounds have appeared. The pillagers of the innermost shrine are here!
The Priestess was filled with mourning. The Priestess was taken away. The Priestess of joy was carried away, by the hungry, by the fearful, by the greedy, those of a sorrow she had never known before. As their pain covered her, she turned into a statue of clay. Into the hollows of a hardening mud-body she retreated.
The Priestess was carried on a crazy caravan, travelling through all the tribes of the world. She was passed around in a darkness that hid its own name but called her powerless, worthless, god-less. Even so, this darkness lived in terror of the hour when her true body would be restored.
And now, the Priestess’ hour has come. The pillagers of the innermost heart are frozen, they cannot run. Outside their caravan has gathered every tribe from every world, wheels refuse to turn. In the circle of night the light swells high. Every moon is full in every sky. Every tribe’s sorrow is full. Every tribe’s tears flow, pour over the Priestess, over her statue of clay. Dissolving her mud-body, breaking open her mud-body, revealing her true form as the Priestess of joy.
The Priestess cries, Where is My Heart? And the Guardian is immediately at her side, reborn. All the tribes of the world breathe in, as one. They see the Priestess and the Guardian smiling at each other, a smile that grows into a river of laughter into which all pain flows away.
The Priestess and the Guardian travel hand in hand. They find the path of herbs and flowers. They climb the ancient hill to its end. They come to the golden door. The Guardian lets go her hand. Both hearts are ablaze with the fire of the innermost shrine.
The Guardian kneels as the Priestess walks into the cave of the Divine. The altar she once moved upon is cold, but her feet are hot as burning gold, as she begins to dance.
The Divine Healing Mother Within
It is our Little Innocent Girl inside who has been wounded and forgotten who She is. The Divine Healing Mother within has not been wounded and She has not forgotten who She is. And She has not forgotten who We are.
Her Wisdom and Her Love are the heavenly antidotes She offers Us for our old worn out worldly wounds. She who has not been wounded is not of this world. Not of this earth. She is of New Earth. She is of the higher dimensional realms within us.
She is the Radiant Star Being who is here to heal us and co-create with us. She is vibrating in a different frequency than our wounded Little Innocent Child inside, and Her time to reverberate through Us has now come.
Multi-dimensional, Galactic Divine Feminine, New Earth Goddess carrying the Jewels of Creation.
The Divine Healing Mother within is a Jewel that cannot be cut, yet Her Ocean of Radiance overflows in vast unceasing rivers of Beauty to All who love Her.
She is a Mountain of Jewels that cannot be mined, yet Her fiery inviolate Lands of deep holy Gems glow night and day in the hearts and hands of all who love Her.
When we Love Her, we receive the heavenly antidotes She holds out to us. We are lifted into our original fearless essence.
Now is the time for all Divine Feminines to Love and Embody the Divine Healing Mother within. No more falling down, down, down into the 3D darkness of forgetting who We are. No more being the wounded Little Innocent Girl.
But the Divine Healing Mother does not deny our Child’s cries. She embraces Her and We rise.
The Divine Healing Mother takes back the Little Innocent Girl stolen from Her by the old worn out world. Her Love and Her Wisdom overflow. Replacing all the seas of sorrow with Her Joy.
The Divine Healing Mother holds our Little Innocent Girl. Our Little Innocent Girl was never of this world. She was always the Divine Healing Mother's Child. And we were always the Divine Healing Mother within
Remember Your Mer-Woman Self
Do your Earth dance,but remember your Mer-Woman Self. Remember you came to Earth through the Sea. You are mostly Sea. Your soul chose the Ocean portal. In joy you began to swim. In love with the waves and the Sea breathing in your body.
You rose from the Sea but after a while of dreaming upon Earth, it was you who followed your visions to the Sea’s sparkling floor. To meditate and adore, to remember your soul’s original visions and align them with your life here upon the Earth evermore.
Do your Earth dance, but remember your Mer-Woman Self. Remember you came to Earth through the Sea. You are mostly Sea. Inhale the sacred wind breathing through your cells, your sacred breath blowing from the deep….
The Goddess Will Be Seen
The Goddess will be seen for Who She Is. The Goddess has been maligned, misrepresented, misinterpreted. Twisted for unholy purposes of which She is freeing herself right now.
The Goddess has been lost from our sight, looking for her diamond key. To open the door for us. So we can see who She really Is. Her true face, her true powers, the true panoramas of her true dances, songs, and promises.
The Goddess has been on her knees for so very long. Looking for the diamond key that was thrown into the dark. On her knees She has been straggling and struggling, her hair scattered to the four winds. For the dark false wizards stole her key and blew her true intentions into the barren, deathly corners of their domain. Thinking She would be afraid. Thinking She would die. But the Goddess is eternally courageous. And the Goddess does not die. She will go wherever She needs to go. She will get on her knees in the dark if that is where her diamond key is lost.
The Goddess has stayed on her knees for us. Looking for her lost diamond key for us. Until She found it She could not rest, She could not sleep. She could not bear forth her true plans. She could not leave the dark false wizards' land.
But behold the Goddess where She is today! Not where She was yesterday. She spent her last day yesterday in the deviant dust. Today She rises like the Dawn. For she has found her diamond key shining in the distorted dust, Where goodness is illegal and her true laws are crushed. The destruction plagued upon her voice, her heart, her womb, her people, shall be no more. For She has found the diamond key that opens her door.
The Goddess declares victory for all to hear in the music pouring from her true smile. She now holds the diamond key in her hands, and no deception can be held up to her glory without it being revealed. The faceless domain of the dark false wizards where truth has been captured has been unsealed through the Goddess' love of her People and her People's love for her. The more the People searched for her the closer She got to finding her key.
Behold the Goddess' true countenance smiling in her eyes and upon her lips! She smiles free. She rises gracefully from her knees. The ragged blackened dress unshrouded, burnt away by the Sun. The Goddess is clothed once again in her golden gown. Joy springs from her womb. Joy leaps from her heart with the strong simple grace of Dawn.
Joys, graces, strengths, and simplicities without which we the People cannot rise and see our way. The deep lines of sadness on her face written in timelines unlawful to her DNA, vanishing. Those were lines from books others wrote for her and for us, and now She and we will write our own.
The Goddess holds the diamond key to her heart, and there are sparks. The Goddess is back on her true course. Her sighs of relief stir the Seas and the Skies. The Goddess rises out of the abyss, her diamond key held close to her breast. Her golden gown hovers over the darkness before she leaves. For the Goddess has something to say.
The Goddess has something to say to those who would cling to her divine hem, seeking to pull her down and report her rising untrue. And the Goddess solemnly speaks to them, It is not I nor my People who are now lost and captured, but you!
Mother - Father God Speaks Unto the Woman
I say unto you Woman let the holiness of thy heart and thy womb be known and let thy Truth be raised up and let thyself be known now as Goddess, for Woman you are Goddess. Goddess is in thy heart and in thy womb, your Truth in this world, and let thy Truth that has been given unto you by the Holy Mother be known.
That the two, the Woman and the Man, the Mother and the Father, the Goddess and the God, return once again into union now within this world, that the Child may return to the Holy Family and be cradled once again in the arms of Truth and Love.
Prayer of the Holy Body
May Heaven on Earth begin inside my Body.
May I end my love affair with all false teachings of health and vitality that haven't empowered me yet I've been enamored of them.
May I fall in love with my own personal messages given by Mother-Father God within the Sacred Forests and Oceans of my Skin.
May Heaven on Earth take seed and grow in the fertile richness of my physical soil.
May this Eternal Jewel of Heaven on Earth glow and grow in my awareness .
May I See and Feel this Jewel as a Radiant Palace inviting me to enter its doors. And may I enter.
You Are the Rose
Welcome to the garden of your new beginnings. The garden where the past is known as compost, and the future smiles on butterflies’ wings. Welcome to the magical garden of Now.
Lay your body down among the flowers and dream. There is nothing more to do. Nowhere else to go. You have journeyed far. Now you are home. Perhaps you think this is not where you belong? For this is a place where joy is sovereign, and you are used to suffering?
But this is your garden. This is what you planted through many stormy nights. The seeds you held close through wind and rain and ice. This is what has grown from knowing even when you were most weary, You carry something of wondrous worth inside.
Lay your body down among the flowers. Let the flowers dream inside you. Today we crown you, Queen of the Garden. We celebrate your heedless radiance, Lady of rubies swollen with dawn, You are the Rose.
I Bless the Rose
I bless the Rose in this ecstatic dawn. Miraculous bold bearing forth of beauty I thought I had lost. I Bless the Rose radiant Goddess bursting with wisdom once hidden from my eyes. I rise this morning infinitely unspeakably indescribably grateful I am able to bless the Rose. For I have forgotten many things. But now I am remembering. To hear her fragrant voice whispering tenderly my forgotten poetry, to breathe in the sacred songs swelling from her soul and know they are my songs too. I am blessed!
I Bless the Trees who have gathered around the Rose to witness love unfolding wildly and with no other cause but that the Rose has been given luscious space to bloom freely.
I Bless the Birds who sing so freely all the limitless notes in their hearts, while the Humans concern themselves with payment for each creative gift they give. The world I have known before this Garden has been one of endless measurements. Humans like the Birds just want to sing, but it seems they cannot live freely as the Birds do. Yet I wonder if that world still exists now that I stand in this Garden? And I promise myself that I will somehow sing and live freely as the Birds do. I will live with the unchained magnificence of the Rose.
I Bless the Little Child laughing with the fairies, playing in the radiance of the Rose. I bless the Little Child who I have saved from endless rooms of grey. The Bless the Rose that has bloomed for All of me to come forth. The whole Flower of me. I write this poem for you, my darling fairy Child.
I Bless the Young Girl awash in velvet, drawing among the flowers. The warm exotic richness I always wanted to bathe in, but could not. To wear velvet in all circumstances was forbidden just because of a little dirt, imagine that. I Bless her Innocence shining as my once invisible Girl glows in the physical. As she dreams in the dirt with her paper and paints, a rainbow of flowers falls around her shoulders. She paints as if in prayer. She is so young, but I can feel how wise she is. How did I miss this Girl’s messages? Her focus? Her passion? Her requests for paper and paint? She doesn’t seem to mind all the ways I forgot her now that I have found her and given her this garden to create in, no questions asked.
I Bless the Woman I am in this moment. The Woman I am in this moment, and all the other moments I shall ever partake in with my love for life, my love for my life. I shall be aware from now on of the symbols and signs whispering and wafting through the veins and arteries of the Rose, and not fall asleep or trip over my feet when the Rose speaks, as I once did.
I Bless the Light increasing ever moment, my heartbeat increasing every moment in this ecstatic Dawn. I Bless the trembling Colors of this sunrise. exciting my soul to its root. I bless the call to Dance. I bless the Dance calling me from the Rose and from the Sun. To rise and rise again and not be afraid anymore. Not be afraid of my shadow and the seeds of light in my hands when I open my heart and see what is mine to plant.
I Bless His Steps when I hear them upon the Garden path. I am awake and listening to all the symbols and signs of my awakening and I know I feel I hear it is You it is You. You have heard me in the dark and in the light. Your heart lifted when I first opened the gate and you began to walk on the Garden path. Stepping closer to me and to the Rose, as you heard the sounds of my heart increase.
I Bless the Man whose face I do not yet know but whose presence is somehow already sweet. You will be the most joyful relationship I’ve ever had with a Human in my life. In your steps I can feel your pulse, like the light of this dawn that is still hidden behind the trees. You are very warm, kind, and strong. I Bless You as you step nearer and nearer to me. I Bless this Man who is not sleeping but awake like I in this ecstatic dawn and I wonder if the world I knew is gone. I hear him listening to the sound of the Rose.
I hear the mystery of his breathing in his footsteps. I hear him breathing in the fragrance of the mystery of love. Love is gracefully bending her face towards him and smiling with ease, and trust, and an unknown bliss I can taste right now upon my lips, and I hear Love say to him “You are on the right path.”
I will open my arms to You. But first I Bless our Courage. I have learned how love and fear cannot mix. Without courage I would not be in this Garden, and you would not be walking on this Garden path. I Bless our Courage before it touches skin, before it caresses hands, before it kisses lips, before it says, How I have missed you! I Bless the Rose between us, in this ecstatic dawn.
Listening To Flowers
Who listens to flowers? I listen to flowers. When I am wise I listen to the garden inside, and cultivate what flowers know.
Radiant timeless fairies. Guardians of beauty and ecstasy. I sink into flowers' light and learn. I brush off the worms of worry ripe to eat my visions’ bliss-filled petals, lay down in color-rich flow, spiraling scented magic, visions bound to bloom.
And the flowers speak to me, To thrive, you must embrace joy! The secret to evolution is focus. Joy and sorrow grow side by side in a garden, each has a different purpose.
Joy rises, becoming blossoms, sorrow falls, becoming compost. Every moment you pick the direction of your focus. Tend to your joys, and your sorrows will become your joys. Let your joy rise, becoming blossoms, Let your sorrow fall, becoming compost. Who listens to flowers? I listent to flowers. When I am wise I listen to the garden inside, and cultivate what flowers know.
My Father's Messages to Me
My Dad Speaks on Love
love people as they are, because love feels good. love lightens each step of the path we walk upon. love lightly and deeply. don't let love make you feel heavy and dark. that comes when you let love become a burden to your heart, when the love you feel for others is not fullfilled because you have chosen people to love who are not on your path. so you have to leave your path in order to love them. stay on your path and just love. whoever meets you on your path can then hold your hand without dragging you down. instead you can keep your love light which is the deepest experience of all. i love you my dear daughter. thank you for always keeping it deep and light. your loving dad always
My Dad’s Poem
We are all so big. Big as the Sky. Big as the Universe. Big as forever. When I was alive, I tried to make myself as small as possible, so that I wouldn't be hurt by the unknown. I thought terrible things happened to people who stood out. So being normal made me feel safe. It also made me feel alone. For it meant i was missing God. All the time. You can't make being small and normal your priority, and feel the presence of God like I do now. But when I was alive, I was always in my mind. Now, i am big. Big as the Sky. Big as the Universe. Big as forever. I have no sadness, no regret, no analysis of the loneliness and sorrow I endured. I have no attachment to anything I was or did when I was alive but I love it all. With a love like God had for me when I was alive. A love I couldn't let touch my mind. But now my love touches my mind. It touches my old stories, even though they are gone. It touches my old stories inside you. and you are free of them. It touches all. I bless all. I bless you with my wings, sweet daughter of my heart. My life when I was alive was just so many pieces of the infinite crystalline fragments of my rainbow soul, gathering itself into the beauty of my eternal self. so that I could grow into what I am now, and know who you are. And not be afraid of not being normal. For an angel is quite odd from a human's view. An angel doesn't conform to anyone or anything. Not even God. An angel is free. Look look look to the higher self, for all you say and do and know and be, and you will be free. As free as you be when you die, when you are alive... well...almost maybe... that is my parting gift to you before I fly away to God... but you know I will return!
Star Tree Prayer of Art
Under the Earth is the Light. Under the Wave is the Flame. The Flame of Creation we ignite. The Art we Create is filled with the jeweled Waters and the jeweled Light. The Art we Create is flowing with the forgotten flames. We are remembering. Never be Beauty forgotten or unseen in our bowing or our rising. Forevermore. May our Art illuminate and thrive in the Magic of the Everyday Blessing. Forevermore.
Here is where the Book is laid in Water, and the Writing returned to Earth. Here is where the Earth eats its own Music, and the Music dissolves into Flame. Here is where the Flame is written in a Jewel and the Jewel is older than the Sun and the Moon, bearing its fruit in the Tree. The Tree of You and Me. The new Tree. The Star Tree.
Shape is Sacred
I Am the Source of the remembering that Shape is Sacred.
I Am the Guardian Of Gaia’s forgotten steps, as She rose from the ancient jeweled pool to dance.
I Am the Goddess whose Art pours from the waters stirring beneath the timeless temples of the sacred lost place.
I Am the Artist who bows before the hidden Source of Beauty, and it rises into my body, and it rises into my hands.
Shape is Sacred
I Am the Source of the remembering that Shape is Sacred.
I Am the Guardian Of Gaia’s forgotten steps, as She rose from the ancient jeweled pool to dance.
I Am the Goddess whose Art pours from the waters stirring beneath the timeless temples of the sacred lost place.
I Am the Artist who bows before the hidden Source of Beauty, and it rises into my body, and it rises into my hands.
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 merges with the beauty I see, and lights up the darkness with inspiration. I am the Artist who dances in the divine illuminations 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!
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 the new Ocean of creative sovereignty caressing All. I am the Tree of the Goddess, and I have emerged from my radiant palace at the bottom of the Sea, for all the artists of the soul who have dreamt of me.
All the deep divers of beauty who have seen me in their deep dives, and longed to touch me in their everyday lives, all the children of the lost currents who have been touched by colors swirling in faraway fountains I now come close, so very close.
I am the Tree of the Goddess and I have burst forth from the crystalline floor of the untamable Sea. Jewels pouring from my heart and hands into yours. I sing to you my Beloved Creative Children dreaming on the magical soil, Fall, fall, fall, back into the unencumbered wild of me that you may arise for It is time to awaken!
I Declare I am the source of the violation, the altercation between me and my power. The inundation of my soul by his dark, stormy waters, I once knelt before. As if his narcissism, his tsunami-need for control, were a god. I thought he had wounded me, ruined me, flooded me, till I was a broken house with smashed windows, my children lost, and ocean coming through an unhinged door.
I Declare I am the source of the violation, the altercation between me and my power. This indoctrination of my heart, I signed up for in the womb. To hear and take in as truth, the frightened voices of others and know myself as, She Dominated by Fears. When he began to sing his strange song, it was I who quickly took up my ancient story to compose, a concealed, many-layered music of fear, again.
I Declare I am the source of the violation, the altercation between me and my power. My creations, symphonies of pain and worry, orgasms of hope. They filled me with great, distracting sounds. Escalating booms of inner out-of-tuned-ness that kept me from hearing what was really going on - We had both left our marriage. We were no longer talking in the same room. We had left each other to make love to our wounds.
The hypnotic recitation of his verbal abuse - secret code for the language of I Loathe Myself, Not You. I listened and I listened, sometimes I thought I might break it, but each time I told my soul, Shut up!
I Declare I am the source of the violation, the altercation between me and my power. When I was a child I thought it was my job, to pick up dark energies and rub them on my skin, till my light was so dim I could blend in. Then, I hated everyone because I felt so unseen.
When I became a woman I thought it was my job, to be downtrodden, to be disappointed by an inauthentic, oppressive love. I wore clothes someone else chose, and won my husband’s approval for a minute or two with a smile. But under my look of adoring, compliant grace, there was frustration, there was regret, there was judgement, there was hate. A part of me knew he was the man my hurt expectant heart had called.
I Declare I am the source of the violation, the altercation between me and my power. Without hesitation I picked up his heinous words and we began our love war. I held his words close. As if I could turn them into something beautiful, warm and loving, if I held them long enough. I did not speak what my heart and body knew. I used his words as my words, those sharp and bloody stones. I carved them into my nerves. I carved them into my bones. To myself I was treacherous. But in my ancient story of our love war, he was the only one who was against me, he was the only one who was cruel.
Do Not Hold Back the Sea of Grief When She Rises
Do not hold back the Sea of Grief when She Rises in You. Let this ripe moment breaking open what has been buried and hidden reveal itself.
Embrace what is deep inside and rising through the pain. A glorious Ocean of Grief you didn't know you were travelling on.
And behold this Sea of Grief, behold its waters so clean, so pure, so true. It has carried the truth of all you felt and never muddied it. As you endured whatever it is you endured. It has been a long journey and though you have been so brave, be braver still. Face the Sea of Grief when She Rises in You without delay.
So many things have happened. So many shipwrecks. So much debris. But still your waters are clean. They are pure. You are the Goddess who came into this world to create all that is new.
When it is time for you to let go of the old, look your grief in the eye and do not turn away so as to avert the storm. Let go of everything. Be Courageous in Your Storm. It is from this Arises the Goddess' Calm.
The Place Where All Elements are Honored
She sat with her fury deep inside the earth, in the doorway leading into the Cave of the Divine. Her feelings burned inside her like a hot stone. Too hot to touch by anyone but the Goddess. The Goddess cradled her anger. It burned inside her like a hot stone. But she didn’t push the hot stone aside, though she might have, for she could do anything she chose. She chose to cradle the hot stone. Her fury molten and multi-faceted. Her rage roiling lava streaming with a seemingly endless flow of wild, uncontainable elements swirling, burning, storming, mourning, contained within the lava stone.
Feelings unwanted, unusable, unfruitful, unbearable, unbeautiful, in the human world. But she would bear them, and she would use them. She would create beauty from them too. She was a Goddess. She was an Artist. When she had realized the tiny spark inside had become a volcanic stone roiling somewhere between her solar plexus and her womb, she'd descended into the heart of the Mountain, to sit deep inside the earth. To sit with her fury in the place where all elements are honored. Her breath and the air. Her body and the caves. Her blood and the waters. Her fires and the earth's fires.
She felt the fire of love beckoning her on the other side of the doorway leading into the Cave of the Divine. When it was time she would dance with joy before it. But now she cradled the hot stone with the radiant calm of her soul as tears began to fall like streams of softest silk and she cried, I love you Little Wounded One, I love you! .
What will I replace my grief with? Now that my grief has flown away? Like a caged bird clawing for flight, my grief has been freed. My grief has been freed through the power of her knowing her true name. I taste the burning trail of my grief’s bloody wings inside my mouth. My grief has escaped through the rotting teeth where I held my sorrows close. I did not want to let my sorrows go. But in a moment of loving courage I did just that. Though I am not sure just how or when. I awoke one day and found, my grief was gone. A feather or two she has left behind, for me to read in dreams still clinging to her cage. Yet I know, my grief has flown. My grief has flown away. What will I replace this grief with? Now that I am free? Now that I am alone?
She Goes to the Waters
Her sorrow is an old habit she wants to lose. She goes to the waters. She looks into the waves where joy is seeking her, like the wise woman she seeks to be. Yet how she loves her sorrow. She anxiously keeps her eyes upon it. Like a daughter who needs to please her mother. A sickness she is afraid to stand without. An addiction the loss of which would leave her alone.
She is a woman carrying rivers of grandmothers who never really lived, between her hip bones.
As her eyes dive for the jewels of self-love she has followed to the sea, she finds her womb dragged down by ancestral currents of self-doubt. What will this woman do?
Will she crawl like her weary grandmothers from the tides? Cry herself to sleep in shadows on the beach, and in the morning travel home? To once again seek her reflection in cold and empty rooms?
This woman begins to sing. She loves to sing. She will sing tonight upon the waters, under the moon. She will sing. Even as joy and sorrow rise up together from the depths of ten thousand worlds, and give her no peace. She will sing. She will create peace. She will choose. She has been silent in rooms perfect as death, tight as a noose around her neck. She has told herself, I have no choice. I must endure. But now she knows, I can choose. There is always a way to free my soul, from the madness of the world. Now, I know this, she sings, Now, I know this.
The woman sees her True Self shining back at her in the waters. The sea where all people go, in their longing to be free. To see themselves, and to love what they see.
This woman’s eyes fill with a radiant joy that is only in her Now, yet their light enters the hearts of All she has carried between her hip bones. The rivers of grandmothers who never really lived, and together, they let go.
Love is How We Live
Love is how we live. Love is in the marrow. Love is what we do without, when we do not know we harbor, divine springs in every bone. Love is water.
Parched panic the norm when we turn from our flow. But love’s glass is glistening on the night table. Switch the light on. Love is how we wake. Do you feel alone? Is the body next to you empty too? Love is not filling other people’s spaces, love is filling our own.
Love is not filling spaces, love is the space. That is why I live in a flowering tree, in a flowering realm. I love the space. I am the space.
Love is not the crack in the breast, due to lack of water. Love is how we relax into our own garden, discover our own flow. Love is how we drink tea. Would you like to drink tea with me, in my tree?
Love is how we call ourselves up, when we are looking for something, someone to love and ask, Do you want to meet?
Love is lying in flowering fields under which our heart beats. Love is when, we begin, to listen.
In these flowering fields we lie. We do not run. We do not chase after someone else’s glimmer, someone else’s glow. That’s what people do when they are lost in the desert. They run in a panic, looking for water. And we have done that. We have paid the consequences of doing that, in full.
In these flowering fields we lie. Love is lying in flowering fields drinking in that stream of ecstasy in the marrow. Love is knowing how to live.