Vector to the heart of things
its the forms that confuse
when you look outward
and the tideswell of emotions
when you look inward
Where is the heart…
it lies not where men bargain with their lives
it lies not in what the mirror can show of our days
nor in the clever questions we can pose
nor in our opinions of right and wrong
heart lies in living each moment, now
Love is the finest honing
whether its the love of the warm wind on your skin
or the crash of the sea on the rocks
or you cherishing the eyes and touches of another
Magic lies somewhere in each moment
but never at the same place twice…
gallagher
23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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