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2006-09-08 – Purpose

Friday, September 8th, 2006

As intelligence gains clear perspective
   on its genesis and uses,
it may also consider
   what it might be used for intentionally.

And to examine this question,
   we must regress
and ask what purpose may be evident here
   exclusive of ourselves and our ideas.

Time advances and all processes in general
   give way to the relentless persuasion of entropy
save where the overall process of energy's dissipation
   yields local zones of energy in excess.

And if there is a thread of purpose, then it is here
   where, bathed in excess energy, matter assembles
and reassembles itself into ever more complex forms
   as through organization, it stores energy.

And somewhere, sometime, after eons of energy excess,
   from matter thus warmed,
emerges the property of self-replication
   and thus begins a long ascension.

Self-replication, single celled, eukaryotic,
   sexual, fish, amphibian,reptile, mammal, bird,
notochord, nervous system, perceptions, brain,
   awareness, self-awareness, generalized intelligence
      and the ability to abstract.

At some point, somewhere, matter knows
   it is conscious and alive
and it asks itself,
   "To what purpose?"

And here it considers its genesis
   and the use and purpose of its intelligence
and it sees, in this moment,
   that control of evolution has been taken by
      the evolved.

A door stands open
   and the question is what to do on the other side?
At this emergent conjunction
   the seeds of Gods burn in our eyes.

To awaken and continue the ascension,
   embracing the only purpose evident
or succumb to the dreams of entropy
   that ever wait beyond the light.

gallagher
8 Sep 2006

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

2007-02-20

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

It's been a long time since the muse or cold reality
   has driven me from my bed to scratch my fear.
A cold wind creeps under the door tonight
   and drives the transient to murmur its name to the transient.
We sit in a house with all we've collected
   to prove ourselves permanent and to drive ourselves
      deeper into the ever present now.
Now ... least the pattern become too apparent,
   least the mirror catch us whole.
For we are erosion in motion, the resumption of dust,
   the gathering of less and less.
I struggled with my pillow tonight against the clarity.
   And with every turn came another view,
      with every dismissal, another insight of mortality
         like a sword through curtains.

Very little is under my control,
   save how I ride the failing machinery.
I felt the weight of my gut and relived the photos
   of an older man than I know.
The young, the lithe, the sure, the strong
   fill my mind's eye's long delusion.
Year after year ...
   it changes so slowly, I cannot admit.
We draw on with grace, we draw on with sloth,
   with gluttony, with materialism, with work and projects,
      with dreams of fame, of making an impact,
         of impressing others.
All of these ...
   but, we press on.

An increasingly narrower place, the road of clarity,
   our deepest animal urge doomed by awareness.
      We are left with what's left
         or denial.
I want so for it to matter, but it will not.
   Against the bigger scenery, we are but shadows,
      tiny sparks of awareness from the fire of evolution.
A momentary knowing against the implacable;
   the improbable and transient standing
      against that which cannot register us.

In all these years since Dylan Thomas said,
   "Rage, rage against the dying of the light",
      I've finally heard him clearly, but I doubt his advice.
Grace or terror, denial or courage,
   comfort to give away, or the lack of to mourn.
Beyond here, lies a truth and an embrace
   that only I can encounter.
      God grant me the wisdom and courage
         to be loving and honest in this place.

                                      gallagher
                                      20 Feb 2007
                                      Monroe

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

2007-03-22

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
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 —