SamadhiMuse

                                403-1

      Religion is just the explanation we use to defend ourselves
      against the possibility that everything could be, without reason.

      Our explanations grow more complex as we analyze our experience
      more deeply so that asymptotically our explanations better
      and better approximate the reality we seek to know.

      At the limit, the explanation’s complexity equals the thing
      explained and we see unity through complexity come full circle.

      The ultimate questions of physical process and life’s reason
      simply reflect each other as Yin and Yang; they cannot stand apart
      to be answered and we cannot leave their domain for perspective.

                                 early Jan 75
                                 CSULB - Lipsky’s class
                                 Gallagher

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Take me away if you know where, spirit,
            I’ve been a stranger to your fear before
            and I can walk that way again.

            My thoughts have been bigger than my words too long
            and I want to sail away
            on the music of my glory train
            into the wind and the rain
            on my own two feet again.

                              gallagher
                              11 jan 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Some of us rise by spirit
            and some by kindness
            but most never rise at all.

            I’ve seen them on the side streets
            and the bus stops;
            the empty faces that fill the census books
            but not our hearts.

            Who am I to look at them?
            Standing outside, for just this heartbeat
            mixed and matrixed with them,
            my spirit momentarily paused alone.

            A fool and his visions
            just a breath from my own realities.

                                 gallagher
                                 14 jan 75
                                 - on acid

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Its hard to believe the beauty around me
           when its so rare and fine,
         calling me, my eyes water with want
           and my soul aches for the loss of it
         but my car won’t start today
           and I’ve never got enough time
         to do all those mundane things
           this dusty smoggy LA life is full of.
         I don’t know where the shining haired
           beautiful people are today,
              there’s none in my mirror.
         Though, sometimes, when my car starts
           and I’ve got a dollar in my pocket
         I can convince my friends I might know something
           just to see their eyes begin to water….
                                 gallagher
                                 17 jan 75
         

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         LA visions, tonight, sobered me
           junior high hells of extortion and conformity.

         The teacher from college who couldn’t believe it was real
           scared me with his stories … all I want to do
           is get away from the edge of the city’s sore.

         He goes to the school every day amazed ….
           He knows that, but for his tie, they’d rob him.

         He sees minds dying, pitifully smothered
           never having known clear perceptions.

         All of us, here, pushing to get to the top,
           somebody’s got to fall.

         Best to forget them and move on
           and try not to look back
         not to hear the screams of those who pay
           for being born in the wrong place.

         We’ve got FM radio and shopping malls
           and a world that seldom borders on theirs.

         All we have to do is keep track of the edge of their world
           and keep moving, one step ahead of their cries.

                                    gallagher
                                    25 jan 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Some men study it all their days
           and die with the question on their lips
         Some men find it with a lightening clap of insight
           and some men track it with rulers and logic
              until, at last, they have its form.

         Some men look outside and see just the is-ness
           …great jeweled clocks at play.

         Some men look inside at their creations
           and find madness along the way.

         Some give up and some, some go on without hope…
         And some, like humming birds hover,
           and watch the question turn on itself
         until their reality and thoughts weave like snakes
           in the navel of sweet mother reality.

                                 gallagher
                                 29 jan 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Sitting here hurting
              for her hurt and mine
            scared I’m wrong
              but not knowing
                anything better to do.

            This won’t keep me from getting old
              and it won’t change me
            from the dreamer I’ve been
              and it won’t make the TV real
            it won’t even feel good,
              Lord knows.

            I’d have never believed love
              such a cruel whip.

            Freddie said that God wouldn’t have
              given us minds capable of choice
            if the choices were not to be ours
              and we to put the pieces in place
            but somehow the result wasn’t
              the clear light I expected
            but just the same darkness
              all mine now….

            Attachment increasing is love
              attachment decreasing is pain.

                              gallagher
                              8 feb 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Think on makeup and poise … it makes the observer cautious
         because of its unspoken intention to control his perceptions.

         But it whips the wearer more deeply
         with that very same fear she sought to escape just then.

         For just when she’s accepted, …just then she cannot become real
         because of all the change might reveal.

                                       gallagher
                                       18 Feb 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Take this cup of love away
            I no longer think I’m able
            to partake of the feast of life
            while seated at love’s table

               Slow charades of the past
               we walk thru
               looking on the forms we’ve turned
               the surfaces of our lives

            These weeks and months
            wait on the seasons of our heart to turn
            tender touches and looks of loss
            the actors turning to dust

                                 gallagher
                                 26 feb 75
                                 Buena Park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                  How harsh their games
                    they play with idenity
                       trust and stress
                          like some play chess.

                  And how easily I’m caught
                    and begin to examine
                       my moves and defenses
                          and guard my thoughts.

                                    gallagher
                                    mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                     Its so hard to know
                       as I push love away
                          so many wait to hold her.

                     My pain and my jealousy
                       walk hand in hand
                          behind damp eyes.

                     And I think
                       she’ll be a treasure
                          to someone who needs her.

                     And I’ll remember it a thousand times
                       when I’m needing her
                          and she’s gone.

                     And then I’ll wait alone
                       for my need to pass
                          praying for my will to last.

                                    gallagher
                                    1 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                          The Big Apple

         I am evolution come to consciousness
           with just enough awareness to see my purpose, sometimes,
         though all that I am and how I came to be
           is still far beyond me.

         We’ve only so recently seen evolution’s pattern
           emerge from the darkness of our ignorance
         that the very breadth and span of it
           causes us yet to doubt it.

         To doubt that evolution has truly
           been given over to the evolved.
         But, the very consequences of our ignorance
           now bears down on us, and in direct proportion,
         to that knowledge, for which we’re responsable,
           simply by knowing it.

                                 gallagher
                                 mar 75

         - a watershed thought

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

               Saw myself today
                 in the reflections of others
               and as I would have them do
                 I did not
                    but this time I caught it.

               Dave Whitcomb would be my friend
                 save for the gap
                    I’ve never braved….

                 To stand equal and accepting
                    with him, of him, for him,
                 and so it is with others
                   and myself.

                                    gallagher
                                    3 mar 75
                                    CSULB

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                             403E

               echos ring the rythmic words,
               the concepts forms, the memories heard,
               turn together, weave and twine,
               the memories, thoughts and words in line.
               some close and far,
               some high and low,
               a tree of memory,
               its seeds to sow,
               I shake or you,
               the tree to find, the memories there,
               my life defined.

               Men grow up from blankness
               presented with patterns on pattern.
               some never turn the corner,
               reverse the mirror to make the patterns
               pleasing to the viewer.
               they believe, all their days,
               that patterns are given,
               all is ordained,
               and they never learn to ordain.

                                    gallagher
                                    5 mar 75
                                    csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Wisp shadow dreams unfulfilled
         haunt my days and echo my thoughts.
         Events seem to move too quickly, get too real
         and I’ve lost the sureness; the rightness feel.

         Time hangs alternately on my hopes or fears
         and the waiting’s become some scream
         that fills my unused moments, grating…

         I knew I’d have to do it all alone
         but it’s just coming to me, it’s true.
         My subjective pain looms over my objective aims
         and the world’s becoming an emotional jungle around me.

         And my basic emotional needs are fast becoming
         an ever present pressure.
         These seven year habits are hard to break.

         I pray I’m doing the right thing
         for my emotions and feelings are running at such a pitch
         that I can only go on what I remember of my logic
         and press on to the end of my plan on faith.

                                    gallagher
                                    9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      What wonderland jungle is this that I’ve chose
      in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose
         Ween yourself, I said with distain,
         depart from love, go learn about pain
      walk, open hearted, into the melee
      and see if compassion can survive being free
         none of the rewards are worth what you leave
         and yet you’ll go on and not be deceived
      that love is more than a rest from the pain
      a moment’s respite from your spiritual game
         but windows and doors here open in from the side
         I’m full of longings and lusts I’d deny
      and this spiritual trip is not all of the truth
      for there’s ego and passions on the loose
         and I don’t know where all these things will lead
         to madness, peace or the death of my need
      but I do know that I’ve been hearing too long
      the sleeping of my brothers lulled by love’s song….

                                 gallagher
                                 9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                             Transfer High

            I hear the wind
              where others only see the leaves fall
            and I am, in some way
              the leaves and the wind
                 though I lack the difference
                    between them….

            I am some ever present sum
              at once complete and yet growing
            and as I become the leaves and the wind
              so they become me.

            I am the pattern, more and more
              focused on itself, learning its way,
            I am causality climbing itself
              looking for second sight,
            evolution about to
              find the mirror.

                              gallagher
                              10 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                       For the nurses

            Such cynicism scares me
              for the more cynicism grows on you
                 the less chance you have to meet someone
                    sensitive enough to love you as you’d wish.
                 because the sensitive ones can’t bear the mistrust
                    and the ones who can…
                       bear nothing but lust.

                                       gallagher
                                       12 mar 75
                                       csulb

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                 Doubt stalks me
            and the patterns breaking up around me
              seem so much more real
                 than the dispassion with which
              I began this.

                      My words to my mother haunt me
                 and I wonder if I’m chasing a T.V. dream
                   like so many of my brothers
                      and Rose loves me,
                   even in this.

                                 gallagher
                                 17 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

               Age walks on us
                 burned out dreams, we.
               The makeup’s thicker
                 and the novelty’s grow worn.
               New thrills come born of desperation
                 and we call this sophistication.

               But neither youth nor this ’sophistication’
                 are any answer.
               And so, I go on to where
                 they both cannot follow;
               by ever avoiding forms
                 and falling into no patterns that I can see,
               by ever leaving what I know behind
                 for that which is both less
                    and more.

                                    gallagher
                                    18 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —