Archive for the ‘New Zealand’ Category

2012-02-19 – Golden Bay

Sunday, February 19th, 2012

 


There is such a busy-ness to the world that I can no longer relate to. 
Businesses, children and families, careers; all the churn and tumble of life. 
Once the biological imperatives are expressed, 
we seem to continue just to continue. 

We form into groups and think of things to do to use the time. 
We save to ensure we will have 'enough' in the mythical 'then'. 
We exercise to ensure we will be healthy 'then'. 
But I find myself wondering what 'then' is for. 

I used to speak of having the courage to love and to risk. 
I've been on the right side and the wrong side of both of those acts now
and nothing is changed. 

Embrace the illusion of purpose
or recoil from the emptiness of what's left. 

I've always been drawn to seek the edge and to sometimes, like now, 
to tumble across it. 

If it was too quiet in my life, 
I'd pull the knife and begin to press it in.
And if it got too bloody, 
I'd seek a lover's warm breast to rest my head against. 

'Restlessness', it's been called by some, and courage by others
and insanity by yet others. 
I just know that at 64, I'm sitting in a small town in remote New Zealand 
turning my playing cards and I'm not sure I like what I see. 

Before me lies the possibilities of relationship, crime, travel 
and an endless opportunity to embrace illusion and to not look behind it
least I see that the flame I am preserving ... 
the flame I am preserving ... is for ...? 

Ah, the question has found me again. 

For what is all of this?  And why am I drawn to look so closely? 

gallagher
Takaka, Golden Bay,  New Zealand
2nd of February, 2012

— Copyright 1965-2013 by Dennis Gallagher —

2016-04-25 – Flickering

Monday, April 25th, 2016
Sit here in the midst, endless being around me,
time stops - it is aways now.

My awareness begins and ends, but being is endless.
Being stops and I am the awareness, I stop and being is.
One moment, I am process and in the next moment, being nothing.
Being, to the aware me, is only a cypher I hold.
But, when being is, I vanish and nothing is held.

I am dancing on the impossible non-existent edge
between an illusionary duality where I seem to exist
and a unity beyond all but itself.
And, what little I am is flicking in the difference against eternity.

gallagher
2016-04025 - ANZAC Day - Christchurch, New Zealand 

— Copyright 1965-2016 by Dennis Gallagher —