Archive for July, 1984

1984-07-01

Sunday, July 1st, 1984

My hand can scarcely trace
the feeling in this place
where the Buddha lives.

Bring you dreams by the truckful
and they could not replace
the feeling in this place

Liquid peace and shining light
Nothing’s changed the three years
I’ve come here

There’s magic in the people’s eyes
and the smiles and the tears
a Buddha here

Within my years.

gallagher
1 jul 84
Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-01

Sunday, July 1st, 1984

Germany never died,
though all of her youth perished twice
against her fate and history.
Their cells and forms survived,
and their beauty and their eyes
in the sisters and lovers they left behind.
And it’s from the ashes again, that they’ve formed,
and from those whose tears fell like rain
on the soil where they laid themselves down.
From these now rise her sons, again,
as the grass grows in springtime
into the sunlight of this world;
shining and strong and beautiful.

gallagher
01 jul 84
Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-02

Monday, July 2nd, 1984

So I began the day by finding strength
by deciding Bhagwan’s trip had crossed some line
past which I wouldn’t go.

I`Il pull myself back, and choose what I will
and I will not accept
any more Zen mumbo-jumbo.

But, in the end, the real strength of the day
came again from Bhagwan in an article I read

He said that accepting playfulness
was the only way we should approach this life
that willfulness and pain are inseparable
without end

And more people came to me, easily, on this one day
than I met in all of last year’s festival
my smiles seemed to find some deeper source
and the day became a realization and a meditation
of the magic of this man

gallagher
02 july 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —