Archive for November, 1985


Friday, November 1st, 1985

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.

1 November 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Friday, November 8th, 1985

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.

8 nov 85

* ‘Golf in the Kingdom’ by Micheal Murphy

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-11-10 Premonition II

Sunday, November 10th, 1985

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….

10 nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —