Archive for the ‘1995’ Category

1995-03-17

Friday, March 17th, 1995

This now that stands so massive and real
between the illusions of past and future
is always the only reality
timeless and immobile.

And we, normally, flicker in and out of now
captivated moment by moment
with passing mental images
and memories and imaginations
of where we are not now.
Our attention span strobing invisibly on and off.
That which is broken cannot meet the unbroken.

Sometimes, we cannot wait
because the changes come so fast.
And other we times can wait
but really, we're only waiting to wait.
And then, sometimes, we wait
and the waiting becomes one.

In this wait, the waiting becomes a fall,
it becomes a moment,
it becomes an awareness
and these blossom endlessly and seamlessly together
and all embracingly.

Here, the moment becomes one
and expands
absorbing all consciousness;
no in, no out, no you, no it.

Past and future vanish
when you become one with now.
The flickering attention span
comes to ground singing
the eternal OM.

                      gallagher
                      7 Mar 95

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1995-08-26

Saturday, August 26th, 1995

It is easy to identify
with the ringing in your ears amid the silence
or the light that forms when you contemplate
your third eye
or the kinesthetic sense as an awareness
that fills your body.

But these are all still reflections
of the material manifestation.

It is that awareness that regards
all the contents of consciousness,
that profound and measureless mirror,
that you must identify with
to leave yourself behind.

                       gallagher
                       26 Aug 1995

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1995-09-08

Friday, September 8th, 1995

Here, where intent is the bridge,
God breathes out as I breath in
and in this knowing come union and bliss.

Intend God, be God, feel God,
God is all that is - and so are you.

In this silence, you are the One
but with your thoughts, you are alone
in the illusion of separateness.

God waits everywhere
for us to become the silence
but this is not a thought we can think
but a knowing we must be
if we would find the light.

                  gallagher
                  8 Sep 1995
                  Echo Lake

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —