Archive for December, 1984

1984-12-08

Saturday, December 8th, 1984

The spirit grasps whole
when the mind ceases the analytic process.

The words drum like rain
against the meditative man,
He communes with thunder and rain.

Only the mind could mistake the drops
as God’s storm.

gallagher
8 dec 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-12-10

Monday, December 10th, 1984

A fight to stay in the spirit and not in the mind
with God there sharpening the razor’s edge
that divides the two for me every new moment.

Bringing it home with that deadly seriousness
that only the disassembling ego can feel
against the press.

Every where where the love of women
and the love of ego meet
the storm is stirring
as the comfort they’ve given
begins to fray.

gallagher
10 Dec 84


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-12-11

Tuesday, December 11th, 1984

I begin to ache for Canada.
I miss the country, the people,
the politics and the morality.

I can see the sidewalks
and the clouds over Vancouver.
Feel the rhythm of her streets
and the straight forward honesty
of her people.

I tire of this plastic competitive
capitalistic wasteland.

gallagher
11 dec 84

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —