This speaks for itself, and…

InJoy!

You are the Artist

by Aja Dematerra, on January 13, 2018

The forgotten well of love spoken of in this poem, You are the Artist, is a recurring vision for me that has nurtured and sustained me for many years.

I see this sacred water springing deep within the heart of the first mountain of the world…or the sacred mountain of our own hearts.

It is from these waters we draw all that flows pure and true and ecstatically real for us…we can remember who we really are by bathing in these waters, sinking deep within the jeweled spring, the  timeless pool.

When we rise from the pool and emerge, however we feel moved to express this energy flowing through us, is so infinitely perfect and liberating, for we are the Artists….

nfinite light, love and magic always, Aja

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You are the Artist By the waters in the dark cave you lie.

You are the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,

and rises from her dreams to begin.

Your fingers spread like flames,

shapes glow on the walls of the cave,

as you paint.

You are the Artist who paints visions passionately.

Feeling color in a new way.

The invisible side of color.

Light planted in the jeweled core.

You are the Artist who frees what is under, what is below, what is beyond.

You are the Artist who receives new realms in the darkness,

and declares her visions complete.

Your instincts, like diamonds, cutting through dis–belief.

You are the Artist who believes in the beauty you see,

and lights up the darkness with belief.

You are the Artist who understands love each day a little more, as you paint.

Along the cave’s spiraling path upwards, you proceed.

You are the Artist who comes out of the cave, eventually.

You rub your eyes in the sun and people ask you,

Who are you? Where do you come from?

You are the Artist who creates a new language, when you answer them.

You are the Artist who loves, instead of fears.

You are the Artist who begins her work here.

Remember, my friend, 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.

You are the Artist who loves, instead of fears.

You are the Artist who begins her work here.

You are the Artist who dreams at the forgotten well of love,

and rises from her dreams to begin!

Aja Dematerra