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1983-01-12 On Sophies choice

Wednesday, January 12th, 1983

On Sophie’s choice

Let me look … let the light freeze just there
on these love worn hands and new grayed hair
softly now … go and see your child
go … look … with your eyes that can feel and smile

That your children, so loved, can die … its unbelievable
their small coats still buttoned up.
and your wife, with her warmth at night
and all those photograph albums shared
the cups she’s dried with care
and the small wrinkles that seem to run
where once was young and fair.

Go, my friend, and walk the house and touch the wood
and sit among it … your midnight kin
and let the walls come round you … and the moments wait
while you think how frail, …how frail is this love

That a child, you’ve dressed for school
can die, a bullet’s glove, on a concrete step
and that the woman who’s shared all those years
can become just a statistic in some foreigner’s newspaper

Some day these all, the child, warm wife, and wood
could be torn from your page of life
and your cups go broken … their skin grow cold
while pityless politicians
vie for their intangible goods….

Gallagher

12 January 1983
Dallas, TX


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-01-13

Thursday, January 13th, 1983

I wonder, as I listen to Bhagwan’s words
if the difference he defines
between knowledge and knowing
doesn’t have something to do
with the difference between holistic
and sequential modes of perception…
sort of like an apparatus we control
the F stop.
Full open is holistic with full parallel processing
the ego dead because nothing can exist
separate from the process?
letting the past, as memory or judgment
come in is analogous to dividing the task
forming alternatives or sequentiality into it
closing the aperture…
attenuating the sensitivity…
biasing the wait….

01-13-83


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-01-13

Thursday, January 13th, 1983

How much I’ve come about
these last few years
my love for Rose and Danny and Chris
is never at issue
it overflows at the slightest thought
where before were only dreams

01-13-83


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —