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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.

Truth​


​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.
​


​Rising Earth

​
​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.
​


​​Goddess

W​The 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.
​


​Flowers


​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!
​


​Art


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!
​


​Healing


Freedom
 

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!
.

​Emptiness
 
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.

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