Clever world, this, that outfoxes me at every step.
Maya changes to illusion each time I arrive to claim my dreams.
I used to be quite satisfied to do the best I could
but now I can't even find that mark
in this strange world where illusion and truth
reciprocate like day and night.
I am, at every pass, both act and result
Karma and consciousness, awake and asleep,
unable to move upstream against my experiences.
I'm playing in a game bigger than my comprehension
scattered in reactions, I'm gathering only enough
to be sure I'm not winning, yet.
gallagher
7 aug 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —