2017-10-12 – Do you, Mister Jones?

When the boundaries loosen, all of life is magical
or is it; you cannot tell.
And that’s where the blade meets the flesh
and where courage finds its feet.
“There’s something happening but you don’t know
what it is, do you, Mister Jones?”
The mortality, the pointlessness and the magic of creation
dance around you in a place you cannot name.
Perhaps, there’s a map in your heart that informs
only this moment – as a hug informs the hugger?

But always the mind wants to make it something.
Give it a name, connect its past to its future.
Out here, in this eruption of existence,
the fascinations swell and beguile us.
But, between our thoughts,
an eternal OM endlessly sings and hisses.

And here, in our momentary awarenesses,
we come and go like shadows,
most of us never realizing,
that we are simply This.
And none of us ever truly free of the profound mystery
except through our illusions.

gallagher
11 Oct 2017
Christchurch

— Copyright 1965-2017 by Dennis Gallagher —

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