1985— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Vow
– No alcohol
– No caffene
– No grass
– No fingerpicking
– No meats other than seafood
until 30 Dec 85
Archive for 1985
1985-01-01 1985
Tuesday, January 1st, 19851985-01-27
Sunday, January 27th, 1985 Every story or fable about the Masters
misleads us, subtly.
We see how they are
and translate it to see ourselves, there.
And, thus, when we imagine ourselves as they are,
we always see ourselves
through the eyes of others.
It's again the difference between
being and trying to be.
We must find the secret within us.
Utterly disconnected from
all imaginings, posings and motives.
We must become the light of unity
unto ourselves,
born only of ourselves.
gallagher
27 Jan 1985
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1985-02-12
Tuesday, February 12th, 1985 Time moving quicker each day
memories so fresh they make me ache
as they recede ... two years, three?
When does the 'recent' (past tense)
give way to a fixed and remote history?
"Ah, this!", Bhagwan says.
This moment, as those, to cup to our lips
to cherish it all;
the receding past,
the current moment,
and the promised future.
Here, on the razor's edge,
here I must love it all.
And,
if I ache for the past,
I will love the ache
and feel, with passion,
that this is perfect too.
gallagher
12 Feb 1985
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