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1978-01-09

Monday, January 9th, 1978 
            Smile and flow, touch our cells
               streams of time bound in form, we
            the seeds of suns burn in our eyes
               cast in the relief of these moments
            children of chance, the best of nonsense
               laughing it all away
            we run on and down scarlet streamers
               universes dying to become real
            our cells are our templates, timeless
               behind these moments, our loves, our deaths
            I love our smiles which never cease
               and as our passion bears us again
                  the ground waits beneath us forever
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 - about helen k.
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1983-07-06 Morning Thunder

Wednesday, July 6th, 1983 
                     Morning Thunder
         The dawn thunders over the Buddha hall
         as the army of orange gathers once more
         for Satsang with the Master
         and we, who are we, my heart probes
         ditch diggers and doctors
         dark gypsies and fine spun high born
         faces born of any crowd
         save the filter of their hearts
         which has passed them thru
         to where the dawn comes like a lover
         over the Oregon desert
         and the gift of enlightenment
         is a real promise.
                           gallagher
                           06 july 83 - Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-06-01

Friday, June 1st, 1984 

         Mists of time around me, sweeping.
           A lamp in the moving fog
              of some greater darkness, I.
         Impressions of progress and decay, fragmented
           small glimmers of understanding
              against the animal’s short run.
         Film spliced, images racing, overlaid
           in bursts of light and shadow.
              But what cares the screen beneath.
         We run unarmed, to battles unwinable
           and our love’s the only comfort taken
              and our small awarenesses
                 the only progress made.
         Death and pain and dissolution and decay.
           We are motes in the vortex of life’s sink.
              Our children only a momentary reverse.
         Come the mists and darkness, I wait …
           weathered and drawn in animal skin
              receptive to an unknown God.
         Rose and Danny and Chris
           and these lines on my face
              and those on these papers I’ve traced
         these are the only measures I can discern
           of what I’ve wrought
              in this time and mist and darkness.
                              gallagher
                              1 jun 84
                              Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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