You Are The Art Of Infinite Light

Melt to sleep with a poetic reminder of the Artwork that you are. Nature intended humans to wake up, and recognize the wonder that is all around us, forming and within us. You are a delicate creation of photons, atoms, cells, fibers, proteins, bones, nerves, veins, fascia, organs, muscles, tissues, fluids, enzymes, senses, neurons, electric, we are organic, living earth, one of the most complex sculptures known to date.
Reconnect to the miracle that you are living in.

Transcript

The art of infinite light melt into beautiful sleep knowing you are a work of art.

You my dear one are a work of art.

From your head to your toes you are wonder and spirit.

What mind could have thought you,

What stardust has formed you,

What light fills the beats of your heart?

When was the last time someone told you,

You are a gift,

An array of silent colours on the universe's fingertips.

The craft work of the divine to look at this floating globe called earth and see the beauty waiting for the divinity to hide in through you into time to begin the greatest work,

Borrowing the nature,

The landscape of the painter,

Gathered all the dreams and symbols as the tools of pure creation.

Let light flood into form to reflect imagination,

Twisted photons into helixes and coded your vibration.

The cosmic artist,

Genderless,

Formless,

Timeless,

Spaceless,

Classless,

Castless,

Creedless,

Tireless,

Ceaseless,

Touchless,

Tasteless,

Seamless,

Speechless,

Priceless,

Weightless.

The cosmic artist,

Vice-less,

Ageless,

Works upon this great creation.

You were there at the start of this work of art,

The rose petals that formed your heart,

The music of the spheres gave it rhythm to start.

A dazzle of lightning ignited its beating and from the sea the softest trees became your lungs,

The angels sighed,

Behold you started breathing.

Wrapped in more light,

The sculptor's clay with every colour,

Hue and fade,

Clothed in sheer delight.

Heart beating,

Lungs breathing,

Taking flowers from all seasons,

Every colour spectrum wide,

Flora,

Fauna,

The tiniest garden,

Creates a universe inside you.

Dive deep into the ocean,

Oh the wonders set in motion,

Another world so majestically colossal,

Took the coral and the fossil,

They too were made from stars,

Learning qualities bizarre,

Living just to make you the artwork that you are.

Piece by piece the maker stacked each white and hollow disc to make your spine the imperfect line and wonder that it is.

With collagen cushion translucent as waves and a space in the middle,

The space that was saved for a highway and current,

From your garden to heart and your heart to your brain,

For your brain to have access to body and space.

You are amazing,

You should be amazed.

How often does someone tell you,

You are a work of art,

The product of creation,

A jewel in the making,

How long has it taken to finally create you?

And 13.

7 billion years to have functions that express laughter and tears,

A memory storage of tens if not possibly hundreds of years.

And you are here,

Can you see yet,

You are art my dear.

So back to the forming,

The dance of the veins,

Another way that your body connects to your brain,

Through the mother of heart,

The way out and way in,

Just like Indian ink captured spreading in ice,

A weaving of threads,

The sweet colour of life,

Enough to lasso the world more than twice.

Do you realise what an artwork you are,

I'll say it again,

You began as a star.

If you feel you're behind,

It's good to rewind and remember you've come so incredibly far.

How often do you tell yourself,

I am a work of art,

With my organs,

Veins and lungs in place,

All powered by my heart.

The soft rose petalled miracle shining in the dark,

Waiting to connect to the motherboard,

The brain,

So back into the ocean and find coral once again.

How this art is truly made,

Waiting patiently for nature to have this Cambrian explosion of the materials to make us.

A selection of organics spun inside a vortex to gracefully build the network from the brainstem to the cortex.

And under the cosmic microscope,

Carving neurons out of light,

Electric and connected,

Little messengers of life.

And this masterpiece recording,

Every sound,

Taste,

Smell and sight.

Processing illusions in the play of photon,

The spectacle of vibration,

The show of moving white.

You are a work of art,

You deserve to know,

To be beauty is your right.

What are you made of,

You exquisite design,

With foundations in place.

Time to smooth out some lines,

Back into the sea for some collagen mining.

A perfect web of fibres to hold all things in place.

Cover coral with coral,

A cocoon made of lace,

Layering more to make muscles,

Using plaster cloth casting to map outer face.

Your whole structure supported by a fascial embrace,

So complex and yet still mostly empty space.

Smooth on the skin,

More soft collagen,

With neurons infused into every inch.

An external brain that can taste,

Sense vibration,

Expand and contract like a visible matrix.

Each tiny cell diffuses the air,

One little paw contains one little hair.

So soft and so strong,

Like a mosaic of petals,

Soft as a fresh layer of snow when it settles.

Painted with beige,

Brown,

Peach and cream,

As carefully as if one were painting a dream.

Can you see in yourself what the artist could see?

There you are floating in the arms of creation,

Spinning so slowly on the potter's wheel,

Patiently.

Blowing your lips with the softest of clouds,

The pastel of poppy,

Your own silky copy,

And porcelain hiding in the curves of your mouth.

Using pathways and stairways,

Sense channels and airways,

This is your own unique temple and house.

Take the plants from the sea and the gentlest breeze and swirl hair so carefully to places that need the creator conducting this one masterpiece.

With fingers and toes,

Ears,

Throat and nose,

All muscles and bones,

All circuits and soma,

Reproduction release,

All colours and tones.

The cord down your spine,

The home for your soul,

Almost complete.

But how can this soul see?

How will it know of its superlative beauty?

How will it watch all the rest of creation to look at itself with the same admiration?

Pulled straight from the nebulas,

Spun into orbs,

Billions of atoms each designed to absorb,

Frozen fireworks of light,

Bewitching and timeless,

Whirling and wondrous magnetic eyes.

Capture moments of time,

Your essence can shine through them,

A nexus of nerves watching over and over.

Each cosmic crystal containing its own supernova,

The place on the outside where all light can enter,

A galaxy with a black hole at the centre.

Do you feel now,

Do you know,

Deep down in your heart,

You're an elegant poem,

A pure work of art.

The artist stands back,

So silent and still,

And breathes you your spirit,

Your force and your will,

Your pleasure and pain,

The mind of your brain,

Chemicals starting to pulse through your veins,

Giving you life that appears to be finite,

So therefore at the same time your need to survive,

Your passion and drive,

Your potential to thrive,

The blessed chance to learn about being alive.

Suspended in space,

Putting sunbeams inside you and whispering softly,

I'm always beside you,

A part of me hides in you,

Within and around you,

My presence surrounds you,

I hope that one day you will start to astound you,

And open your eyes to the beauty you are and what you contain,

My most precious creation.

Be born and be bathed,

Be helpless and naked,

Be loved and be ugly,

Be veiled and enslaved,

Forget where you came from,

Forget that I made you,

Get lost in the darkness where no one can save you,

Then when all hope is lost,

Rediscover your essence,

Come back to the truth,

The light of quintessence,

See the beauty of life,

The source of that light,

See miracles painted in front of your eyes,

Descend from above,

Take this light and this love,

Go and learn what you alone are capable of.

When was the moment you knew it my dear,

When the storm clouds all parted and it couldn't be clearer,

When you felt every cell and could hear every movement,

When you held yourself tight with no need for improvement,

When you gazed at your eyes and saw planets collide,

When you trusted the artist still working inside,

You are made of this life,

Your whole essence divine,

No greater,

No lesser,

No lower or higher,

In the gallery of all art created in time is your unique expression of the infinite light.

Reviews

Profound journey

A magical journey into the essence of who we are, loved this meditation. I will definitely visit this meditation again. 💕💜
Namaste 🙏🏼

Thank you so much for this exquisite spoken word meditation.

Good lord, this was a masterpiece. I was not expecting such a work of art.