14″ x 17″; India ink and metallic paint on 140 lb cold press watercolor paper, Ariane Nicole 2011
The Embrace of Her Limbs
My Essence came through like a gold sun ripping through the veil, commanding me:
“You are the tree, the bark, the roots.
The experience of humanness to galactic being and beyond.
Part of Mother. Part of Father.
You are soul.
You are song.
You are ecstasy in flight.
The resonance of creation.”
She reached out to me with champagne arms, almost gliding, breathing remembrance into this body, into the chasms of my consciousness. A million years or a second could have passed, I wouldn’t have known the difference. I came even closer than being home, feeling the parts of myself I had long forgotten–secret eyes, hands, pearlescent marrow, hidden tongues–like ancient roots drinking for the first time.
I tasted the sap and fire from the Mother’s womb and my edges dissolved. She introduced me to myself: the world as one consciousness, a force so alive, so confronting, it flayed me open with elation, revealing my veins of blood and light running through eternity. Running through the I AM.
The freedom is more than the narrowness can bear. The clock tells me hours turned into weeks but time is a shadow play. The air I breathe now feels like silk. My heart beats in exaltation whether I am bleeding or singing, dark or light, dreaming or awake. In death or in birth. Life doesn’t reject a thing. It cannot reject itself.
So I paint Her limbs; they are also my limbs, my heart, my wishes and my pain, my life, reaching up into the realms of the Spheres and diving deep into the tunnels. Limbs intertwined like trees with fingers craving to touch each other. Naked and alive.
