I have suspended disbelief before a thousand scriptures as I’ve eased myself into knowing this world. I have asked, watched, listened and I have read but the secrets have alway been inside. And everything outside has always been just smoke in the morning trees. Neither action or intention, nor word or form are there and all science and reason lie without. It is no servant of words or names, this... where, the clocks are dumb and time has gone still. You speak of Krishna or Vishnu, of Buddha and Jesus but these are just shadows on the wall of the candle that burns within in that center of being that wells from within itself. Scripture is just the trim that adorns the door outside the place that contains the beloved.
gallagher 22Mar07
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —