A Cassandra's Confession
Updated: Jan 7
The following is based on a dream prior to 9/11. If you track your dreams, you'll notice that sometimes they make no sense until year later.
By the time the towers crumbled
my religion long gone,
I did slouch toward an inner
Bethlehem seeking a new revelation.
Resting high up on the desert of my mind,
numen emerged shimmering dressed in white linen
bearing little difference one from the other
with gaze fixed walking west when I thought east.
While searching for pen and paper, one turned to catch
my eye causing me to rise out of the entraining western
descent and into the flow of the quiet resistance.
There to remain until new symbols emerge to show me the way.
Art: Revelación (El relojero) 1955, Remedios Varo