Archive for July, 1984

1984-07-01

Sunday, July 1st, 1984

Sometimes they, sometimes I, … our eyes meeting
spirits walking thru the wind of each other.

Sometimes lust, sometimes compassion,
sometimes lost and empty
centeredness coming and going,
awareness and impressions in summer storms.

I know for what I wait … paradox,
because I wait for two;

I long for the centeredness that comes
from giving without wanting,
that finds each moment perfectly
and … I wait for she who will see in me
that which I see in her …
flower of spirit recognition echoed
and the courage to say ‘yes’.

gallagher
01 jul 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-01

Sunday, July 1st, 1984

So much confusion for me here, belief and reason in tatters
perceptions hammering this sleeper who wants to know
good and evil like egg shells repeating within each other.

People and feelings, dust and sunlight, words and wanting
a world within a world, significance and enigma, here

Asava says I still think a lot …
and I was clumsy with words with her
Bhagwan, thru Sheela, now says he will remain corporate
if we maintain unity, 100% positivism and
abstain from internal conflicts.

Neither Asava nor her friend from England( Germany( Australia )))
can say what they think
of the three new committees of 36, 21, and 112
nor of the 21 enlightened
save that Bhagwan may be playing with us a bit
about enlightenment.

Esoteric subtlety or mindless simplicity and acceptance?
How are we to know if we’ve reached our limit
to open to the truth
or if we are beginning to perceive it better?

I can learn much of wordlessness from these people
of strength of and opening … of dreams and magic
but I cannot still my spirit’s questing thru submission
any more than I could still my breath thru holding it.

There ARE patterns running here, I’ll not ride them mindlessly
nor try to consume them whole … to fathom their deepest forms
but I will move thru them and let them mark me
as weather wears the wood and feeling, the heart

Bhagwan’s vision’s ARE alive at the edge of man’s evolution
with passion and beauty, his strokes are drawn
light against dark.

gallagher
01 jul 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-01

Sunday, July 1st, 1984

Let poetry run for awhile and I’m in a space
not so unlike that where we make love…
feeling with form, motion with meaning
stories without words or sequence
their own attributes those normal
to their expression

gallagher
01 jul 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —