in the beginning, dark– isn’t it always?—then inside the seed, the egg, illumination—orbs invoking each other, imagined, conjoined, kin– instruments of (re)birth
The musical selection of seasonal carols that is the Kick-About challenge #17 made me think of the cosmos–not just the return of the light this season celebrates, but the vast circles of time and space to which we belong. But how to show this in a concrete way?
I turned to sacred geometry–the Seed of Life and the Egg of Life, images based on seven circles as a framework for the whole of creation, forms that also echo the tones of the musical scale.
For my collages I used images from 2 of my reference books–Majestic Universe and Space Odyssey. It was a learning process, fitting all the pieces together like a puzzle, but I eventually approached the images I had in my mind.
And for the poem, a seven line form–appropriately named Pleiades. Its six-syllable lines also reflect the 7 + 6 circles of the Egg of Life mandala.
Will you gift me with shadow wings that uncontain my soul? Will you scatter me like stars, wonder me, constellate me? Will you expand me soaring, wind me in spiraled orbits, weave me whole, astral, bewinged?
A pleiades poem for Laura at dVerse. This is a distilled revision of a poem I wrote in 2016 and the artwork I did to accompany it.
raise me up
with words with singing
shout me out
pull me free
of the faceless gravity
to a calmer sea
star skies opening wing-filled
give to me
a landing some place
when I call from where I wait
I once had an idea to do my own set of collage Tarot cards. I started with zero, The Fool, which I’ve done a number of times since. Over the years I’ve also done a few others–The Tower, the Ace of Cups. This moment in time seems to me to call out for The Star, the beacon of renewal, hope, and faith that follows the disintegrating Tower in the Tarot deck.
My windows face east, and in the clear early mornings I can see Venus. The other day, next to her, the half moon shone large and bright over the silhouettes of the buildings across the subway tracks, both anchor and comfort in a world increasingly restricted and isolated.