SamadhiMuse

         My guides are my feelings;
           compassionate and brutal, both.
         They guide me with pain and joy.
         And my dreams are to show me
           how far I have to go
         as they mock me
           with my own ineptitudes.
         And each time I wade through
           the messes I make
         I can see again my failure
           to resolve my will.
                     Gallagher
                     1 November 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Changes are on the run.
              Magic in my prose last night to Gerda.
            Today, an award at work,
              and my health, a vibrant flame.
            Murphy states in his book:                              *
            “True gravity is a universal force,
            an ethical imperative,
            and an overwhelming spiritual experience”
            “True gravity is intentional.  That is
            once you enter these realms you cannot
            will any result arbitrarily;
            you must learn to join your will
            to the emerging will of God,
            or to put another way,
            you must place yourself in
            ecological harmony with the awakening world,
            not the ‘Old-static-dying-world’
            but the ‘Next-manifesting-plane’
            as it develops in and around you”
            These several evenings alone.
              I still need to know I am loved
            but two women give me this gift
              and I am so blessed,
                 even alone.
            Silence and texture, life is some cloth
              I love to touch.
            As the moon in the racing clouds
              I ride my life.
                                    Gallagher
                                    8 nov 85
         * ‘Golf in the Kingdom’ by Micheal Murphy

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                          Premonition II
         Little feet .. ‘Daddy, love me!’
           Pillow fights and the odd toy on the rug.
         The echos are here in the silence
           when Christopher is gone.
         All of five,
           and he has so much of my love.
         Once we’ve had a family, how can we go back
           to not having one?
         The sterile rooms, the empty sheets,
           silent telephones,
              that waiting for nothing
         I’m walking, here, on the edge between…
           between Rose and Lise and something else.
         A naked fear that knows my name
           when they’re all gone.
         I must have had some experience
           in another life
         that I can hear so clearly
           what the future could hold for me.
         And yet … and yet
           all I want is to feel loved
              and exist in this world, free.
         But all I see sometimes
           are five year old eyes….
                              gallagher
                              10 nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —