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    dots Submission Name: quest for a higher minddots
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    Author: nansofast
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    dotsquest for a higher minddots
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    it's as if God threw the clouds this morning
    and scraped them transparent with
    his palette knife
    wiggles of waves, ocean, infinity

    it is angel hair
    tangled across blue scapes
    it enters mind's eye, the slightest
    decoration against melancholy

    hope and two birds on the wire
    watch me curiously
    knowing heaven's ocean
    meets the ground




    Submitted on 2008-12-10 21:42:00     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      ooooo... beautiful! oceans and birds... two of my favorite subjects. are you a fan of eileen meyers? she's a lesbian poet on black sparrow press. she's one of my absolute favorites.

    i loved this poem... very inspiring. thank you again,

    merlo
    | Posted on 2009-06-02 00:00:00 | by blackbird | [ Reply to This ]
      
    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.

    Alia
    | Posted on 2009-01-03 00:00:00 | by O | [ Reply to This ]
      yes; i think jase has touched on the essence of the phrasing in that its simplicity of form is haiku-like - and i like that a lot because it gets to the point whilst retaining soul.

    and your syncopated mind is ideally suited to stringing a rhythm through your work too - it's just for us to find it out.

    and that's the point.

    i am a member of the cloud appreciation society (www.cloudappreciationsociety.org). we are relatively few in number but we know a good thing when we see it...

    take it easy doll,

    k
    | Posted on 2008-12-20 00:00:00 | by Awkward | [ Reply to This ]
      You're beautiful, Nan. These words put me in a peaceful state of mind, and Lord knows I need it. Everything is messier than I like it, but it's beautiful words like these that make it alright.

    "t's as if God threw the clouds this morning
    and scraped them transparent with
    his palette knife
    wiggles of waves, ocean, infinity"

    these worda are everything in the poem to me, and it's as if I could see him thinning the clouds out to give them that swirl-like look.

    At that moment, he drew anything that meant everything and took away the stress that mean nothing at all... Thank you....

    Love,
    ~Azura*
    | Posted on 2008-12-14 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]
      These words floated me on waves of beauty being contempated. Thakyou for that this morning :)

    Kate
    | Posted on 2008-12-14 00:00:00 | by elephantasia | [ Reply to This ]
      Van Gogh with a simple knife
    sliced bits of heaven from a lesser life
    saw prisms gather to color stars
    another universe that wasn't ours

    as my tears smile
    and my laughter weeps
    I make no promise -
    I've promises to keep
    | Posted on 2008-12-14 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      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”)

    Sallycat
    | Posted on 2008-12-11 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]
      you
    haiku bird, you

    floating silently
    above all of us
    down below
    wishing for stillness

    and beauty to become
    a real
    liquid
    shadow

    to stroke
    and forgive
    and tell secrets
    to

    so that
    the act of sharing
    becomes a mirror
    to believe in.


    i expect no less, aunty nan
    shine on, you
    | Posted on 2008-12-11 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ]
      does give a huge reason to give thanks :)

    i love: "hope and two birds on the wire"... just those together in the same sentence sounds random but fitting nonetheless...

    "angel's hair", when i picture the sky, it does seem like that sometimes... beautiful imagery.

    i usually start looking to give nitpicky details, but can't find nothing to nag about here :)

    simple, fresh, and crisp... thanks for the read! i'm feeling quite grateful now.

    *dee
    | Posted on 2008-12-11 00:00:00 | by silverdrika | [ Reply to This ]


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