SamadhiMuse » 1975

1975-01-?? 403-1

Dennis — Wed, 01 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

                                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 —

1975-01-11

Dennis — Sat, 11 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

            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 —

1975-01-14

Dennis — Tue, 14 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

            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 —

1975-01-17

Dennis — Fri, 17 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

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 —

1975-01-25

Dennis — Sat, 25 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

         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 —

1975-01-29

Dennis — Wed, 29 Jan 1975 08:00:00 +0000

         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 —

1975-02-08

Dennis — Sat, 08 Feb 1975 08:00:00 +0000

            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

1975-02-18

Dennis — Tue, 18 Feb 1975 08:00:00 +0000

         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

1975-02-26

Dennis — Wed, 26 Feb 1975 08:00:00 +0000

            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

1975-03-??

Dennis — Sat, 01 Mar 1975 08:00:00 +0000

                  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