What narrow places we drift into
when we fail to watch ourselves.
Into the easy places
where no one comes
and nothing changes.
Into our peace and quiet
and our deaths
at the hands of our anxieties
and complacencies.
gallagher
4 aug 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Clever world, this, that outfoxes me at every step.
Maya changes to illusion each time I arrive to claim my dreams.
I used to be quite satisfied to do the best I could
but now I can't even find that mark
in this strange world where illusion and truth
reciprocate like day and night.
I am, at every pass, both act and result
Karma and consciousness, awake and asleep,
unable to move upstream against my experiences.
I'm playing in a game bigger than my comprehension
scattered in reactions, I'm gathering only enough
to be sure I'm not winning, yet.
gallagher
7 aug 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Denise Downs
I'm in love with this life, though I don't understand it much.
Eyes as clear as mine look back sometimes
from another universe quite outside my own...
Denise flys on impluse and lands on friends between hops
and tells me its as simple as it seems
with eyes that hide no lies.
She's there, and she's not
and I don't really know why
but I love to watch her eyes and to see her fly
She's crazy and she knows it
and she smiles all the time
'No sense', she says, 'in trying to act straight,
when you're far beyond the line.'
gallagher
18 aug 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —