“It’s never too late to become what you might have been.” – George Eliot

I want to ride horses, naked
muscled arms drawing back handmade bow
shooting arrows like an Amazon
jumping, flipping into the air
spinning off my proud prancing white stallion
Landing on my feet like a cat
ready, in graceful karate stance
Fighting the demons

The Hero

I want to fly to the moon
The first woman to land
on that hazy silver globe
Plant my rainbow flag
Craggy grey landscape
below boot-cushioned feet
Fresh Earth-air filling lungs
I breathe out a deep, relieved sigh
Peering through bubbled mask
green and blue planet
floats in the night sky

The Adventurer

I want a harem of beautiful women
Lounging, serving
Sweetly delighting in the gifts of my tongue and hands
Wet, spicy sauce covers my body
as the sounds of ecstasy fill the air
of our peteled garden
Knowing I am loved and loving

The Lover

I want to know G-d
assured of Divine Presence
Journey to
holy unseen landscapes
bringing back gifts
Knowing peace
Oneness of breath

The Shaman Mystic

I want to change the world
Feed the hungry
Stop war
Reach into the hearts of
men and women who hate
and conquer my own anger

The Peacemaker

I want to commiserate with the bees
discover the secret of their dying droves
Catch a lion cub as she is born
Giggle at a dolphin’s tale
as we glide together in the ocean
Sleep all night in the wolf’s den
Translate their stories for all to hear

The Animal Whisperer

I want to write magic
Draw inner vision
Carve trees into Sacred Staffs
Perform to uplifted eyes
Dance every organ and muscle of my body
until my atoms dissipate into the galaxy
and all that remains is
oohs and aaahs

The Artist

Is it too late?

Shaman Mystic

Tell me, as my body ages and my energy wanes …

Tell me it is never too late!

© Judith Z. Miller, April 1, 2012

Artist Soul Speaks

(c) March 2012, Judith Z. Miller, Brooklyn Botanic Garden



About artistsoulspeaks

Judith Z. Miller, aka "Zelda," lives in an erotic, musical, spiritual universe; she writes as a way of coping with its beauty, sensuality, frustrations and ecstasies. In NYC, she has read at events sponsored by organizations such as Nehirim, Zeek Magazine, Essentuality, and at venues such as Blue Stockings, The Jewish Community Center, Wow Café Theatre - and late at night to her girlfriends in bed. She published in Inside Arts magazine, The Washington Post, and American Theatre magazine. Judith was trained as an actress in Washington DC, co-founded The Fine Line Actors Theatre, acted in numerous productions, created original performance material and was awarded an NEA Arts Management Fellowship in Theatre. Judith is a self-trained visual artist who is inspired by the beauty of nature and the guiding force of her intuition. She draws and creates primal sculpture and wearable art from trees, stones and found objects, which she fashions into ritual staffs, wearable amulets, and employs in healing rituals. She was profiled in The Daily News; the subject of feature articles in Mann About Town magazine, Home News Tribune, In Brooklyn, The Park Slope Paper, The Wave, and The Daily Sitka Sentinel, and featured on NY-1 Television. In 2008 her paper “Sometimes a Tree Isn’t Just a Tree,” was read at the First International LSP-and Translation Studies Oriented Textual Analysis conference at Chouaib Doukkali University, El Jadida, Morocco. Judith was the founder and director of ZAMO! representing a multi-cultural mix of world-class GRAMMY® nominated and JUNO ® award-winning performing artists for over 20 years. She taught self-promotion for performers, presented by organizations such as The Field, The Red Tent Women’s Project and the Brooklyn Arts Counsel. She was the Chief Rhythm officer of Microfundo, a crowdfunding platform supporting musicians worldwide. She was a 2011 British Airways Face-to-Face Opportunity contest winner traveling to Thailand where she met with indigenous woodcarvers and shaman. A healing ritual artist, she created Zelda's Body Breathing Healing System (TM), and offers private sessions and workshops. Judith (Zelda) resides in Port Henry New York.
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