Archive for November, 1986

1986-11-09

Sunday, November 9th, 1986

every moment, night and day.
crystal, locked in, unrelenting awareness
every breath, every posture, every bite
all one.

all part of the illuminated awareness
that has, as its object,
its own blossoming.
that has as its effect
the figure/ground reversal
within which everything else
appears as illusion;
as dreams which are traps,
as distortions which ensnare.

as consciousness we can be one.
we can unify through achieving
the critical mass
of self-awareness necessary
to self-sustain self-creation
immediate eternal razor edge.

but before
we are fragments of light
lost in dreams dim and gray
with the lights and motors and pumps
of the illusion to sooth us.
and even after we become aware
of the possibility of unity
those dreams wait with
a thousand lifetimes of patience
calling us back to sleep.

Gallagher
9 nov 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-11-13

Thursday, November 13th, 1986

Got dreams so soft … they run and carry me
women, love, time, cities, writing, …

the sound of the rushing wind in the trees
the moonlight on a dirt road at night
the magic of a woman’s deep eyes glimpsed

These dreams carry me

I lay my pen to paper to draw the beams
and lay the timbers of my life

this body, these years, given me ….

Gallagher
13 Nov 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1986-11-20

Thursday, November 20th, 1986

Yeah, sweet dreams come urge me on
I sing for more than the sound of the song.
I sing for love, a blazing pyre,
for eyes that shine
with the light of that fire.

Gallagher
20 nov 86
Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —