SamadhiMuse

                             Breaking thru
         I'm coming down again, I think
           to mellower times with school and Rose.
         I'm not so sharp at figuring it out anymore
           but my heart moves me just as well as my words used to
         when I thought I could out guess
           God and his plans.
         He is the consequence inherant in my acts,
           the events which follow my choice.
         He is there...more subtly than I could have believed
           behind my acts and choices, behind my rewards and pain.
         He matches my every act
           with justice and responsability
         He's predestined it to let me make my choices and find my way,
           by my own choice, to His plan and my own, the same.
         I can no more live without his love and my concience
           than I could bear my pain endlessly without my joy.
                                       gallagher
                                       8 sept 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         God, I see you behind every sweep of my hand.
         I breath you between every second's passing
           and I feel you around me endlessly in every direction.
         I am like some mote in your weave of space and time.
         I find it hard to differentiate you
           because I've never experienced the otherness.
         You are the consequence inherant in my choices.
         The events which follow my acts, the choices given me,
           and the others with whom I work out my destiny.
         You are the weave of my life from which I select my thread.
         You are the events which react to the history I create,
           mirror and mirrored, you and I.
         We interpenetrate until I can scarce tell
         If you are everything
           or just my imagination....
                                          gallagher
                                          8 sept 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

               In the early morning
               when the fires are roaring slowly
               the dreams that come to me
               can be born of something now
               and I see that its my father
               whose awake.
               His light is wove within the winds
               and deeds of all my brothers
               and I can see his smiling face
               behind the fabric of my life.
                                 gallagher
                                 17 september 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —