Archive for June, 1983

1983-06-23

Thursday, June 23rd, 1983

Poetry flows when I feel my life coming to grips with itself
the visions coming faster, questions tumble, candy from a jar
are we here as something more than a stepping stone
along the journey of life’s longing for itself?

The wind blows, the leaves fall, the mottled sunlight carresses me
but my mind considers here…
am I God or man, mortal or immortal
does it matter, these things I think?
what does the ant think in the sink
when the plug is pulled?

gallagher

23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-06-23

Thursday, June 23rd, 1983

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 —

1983-06-23

Thursday, June 23rd, 1983

I met a man today at breakfast
who lives Roy Walford’s dream.
He’s followed the minimal diet
for 15 years and, at 40 looks 30.

He’s a living testament to what was
before just a theoretical exercise.
Surrounded by people unconsciously hurrying
to press themselves back
into the folds of the earth
he wears his mortality so much lighter.

gallagher

23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA

Mike Carrol ph 714-295-5183
ph 714-754-0735


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —