Pleiades and Poetry


Pleiades - the right corner of a much larger (4 1/2 x 5 feet) commissioned painting I did for a private collector many years ago - revealing my passion for, and onset of my, cosmic creations

I’ve been seeing myself drawn back to my cosmic roots with the themes that are showing up in my paintings lately and what I feel resonation with in channeling onto canvas. I thought it would be fun to share a piece (this is only the right corner of a large 4 1/2 x 5 foot painting) of one of my painting commissions I did many years ago. It was really the doorway to this cosmic opening that I’ve seen always prevalent in essence in my work, and then in tangible cycles literally showing up along my artistic journey. A revealing glimpse into the depth of Tania can be discovered through the work I am passionately inspired to create.

Here are some poetic reflections from Walt Whitman on enduring love and our connection to everything.

Walt Whitman : On the Beach at Night

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black
	masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the
	east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her
	father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to
	devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the
	stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another
	night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and
	golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out
	again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring
	pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and
	indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the
	stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing
	away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than
	lustrous Jupiter,
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.

About Tania Marie's Blog

Creating life as a work of art with a magick rabbit by my side. I remember my song. Do you? Artist, Author and Reiki Master Teacher with over 25 years' experience in creative healing arts and metaphysical studies. Tania inspires people globally to return to natural harmony, draw forth imagination to manifest dreams, embody creative empowerment, and live more magickally and abundantly from their most natural frequency – in essence, Tania helps you to remember your song.

Posted on March 31, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Love the painting and the poem. Did you know that poem’s in Schizandra and the Gates of Mu? That’s the one that gets Haru. 🙂 xoxoxox

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