waiting for X

mask of X

                                                                      
                                                                       waiting for X

opened eye

double mask

I am waiting for X.

The waning supermoon hangs on the sky, a crumbling white disk

in the daylight, 

a pretty day in an invisible war, 

in the Eye of an invisible storm.   

It is early in the morning and I am waiting for X

I perform a mass for X, and contemplate X,

and wait for X to speak from the whirlwind

 X marks Here or There in my unreliable maps.

Here You Are and There is where your treasure is.

Your treasure is buried in the abyss.

X holds the fire of creator destroyer

X beats the drum of existence

X says Fear Not, I am unarmed

X indicates the revolutionary situation

X crushes the ideology of power and possession

X blows the horn that blasts down the walls

X dances in the temple

X takes a Giant Step into the unlimited

I am watching for X, and I am waiting for X within me.

X stands at the Door.

dream drawing

I dreamed I suggested to Lori that we do a drawing together, that she start it and I'll finish it. She handed me a sheet of paper that was partly filled on the right side and the left side was blank. In the middle of the blank side I drew an eye.
A few days later I looked through her archives and made a photocopy of the first unfinished drawing I found, a a notebook page of aphorisms. I turned it on its side and drew the same kind of eye I drew in the dream.

                                          

While I was looking for a drawing to use I came upon this diary she kept when she was eleven.