In Art History, we learned about Axis Mundi. It was evident in many different art pieces from many different cultures, all celebrating their views of reaching what the divine was for them.
According to Wikipedia, 'The axis mundi (also cosmic axis, world axis, world pillar, columna cerului, center of the world) is a ubiquitous symbol that crosses human cultures. The image expresses a point of connection between sky and earth where the four compass directions meet. At this point travel and correspondence is made between higher and lower realms. Communication from lower realms may ascend to higher ones and blessings from higher realms may descend to lower ones and be disseminated to all. The spot functions as the omphalos (navel), the world's point of beginning.'
Your last strophe in particular made me think of this term, especially 'knowing heaven's ocean / meets the ground.' This poem is creation in its artistic sense, but I wonder if the mention of 'God' in the first strophe detracts or adds to this notion? I'm in a very critical mood of late, of my surroundings, trying to form better opinions and outlooks. I feel that the imagery that's here in this piece can be appreciated by anyone, and it does not come across as a religious perspective, but a spiritual description. But I still question the use of 'God' and wonder . . . are you capable of coming up with your own mini-creation myth? One that's imagistic-real?
Regardless, it's a beautiful piece. Peaceful and wise in its observations.
Oh Goody. You Posted it!I will try to expand on my feelings when I first read this last week.
'it's as if God threw the clouds this morning
and scraped them transparent with
his palette knife
wiggles of waves, ocean, infinity"
The depiction of God as an artist who throws paint to canvas aptly describes a creation wrought freely and without convention, like a great impressionist painting. Contemplating the beauty of the ever-changing sky, you are looking both upward/outward and inward at the same time , and that is a good place to begin the quest for a higher mind.
On this translucent canvas you envision an ocean, which like the sky is vast, infinite and dynamic. I liked the layering of the ocean on the sky, both visually and mentally as it suggests an awareness of the mystical and abstract that is integral to the physical world we live in. The abstract conveys pure spirit-energy more easily than mere illustration,--- just as good poetry shows, rather than tells the feelings of the poet. I loved that about this piece, you describe really only what you saw, but your words and images demonstrate powerfully what you felt, and one can absorb as many or little of the layers as they are ready or willing to.
“it is angel hair
tangled across blue scapes
it enters mind's eye, the slightest
decoration against melancholy”
You continue weaving the physical and spiritual into One, your imagination taking you beyond melancholy and the mundane. The “angel-hair” description is at once.very tangible and otherworldly. You connect seamlessly the thoughts of the first two stanzas with the last.
“hope and two birds on the wire
watch me curiously
knowing heaven's ocean
meets the ground”
In this last stanza, you bring us gently back to earth, first with the observation of the two birds, then with the fact that they are perched on a wire .The wire is the only thing man-made in this poem, and at first it seems to spoil the picture created thus far. But the two birds also symbolize the freedom that is essential to your quest. These birds, beautiful and free, are sitting observing you with hope as their companion. They are spiritual messengers that speak with the Angelic Tongue and deliver to you a sudden awareness, a truth, ---and perhaps help to unravel some of the mystery of life----“ heaven's ocean
meets the ground” I liked the connection of angels and birds as messengers, heralds who traverse easily between worlds, and even more I liked the linking of art as a means of spiritual awakening of the consciousness. ( And of course I am reminded of Leonard Cohen’s “Bird on aWire”, and the similarities of theme.)
Thank you Nan, fellow sky-watcher! I loved this when I first read it in your journal, and now I can save it as a fave.
I leave only this in return Skylark---
“Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:”
(Shelley---“To a Skylark”)