If I ever doubted the wisdom— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I’ve been trying so hard to realize
these many years,
it comes to me, at times like these,
how true those insights are
and how frail is my grasp of them.
What is jealousy
but a wish to have the world as we want it
rather than as it is.
And what are any of our emotions
but clouds that block and color our true seeing.
And what is it in us
that thinks it can truly sustain gains or loss
but that imaginary something called ego
just believing its own dreams and illusions.
And what is love,
if not an utter acceptance,
but an unhealthy attachment
to something in this world.
This world that promises nothing
but unrelenting change.
gallagher
20 Nov 85
Archive for November, 1985
1985-11-20
Wednesday, November 20th, 19851985-11-20
Wednesday, November 20th, 1985God would not challenge us— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
with more than we could handle.
Nor would he humor us with anything
requiring less than our best.
He moves through the forms of our lives
be they lovers, or children,
or death, or riches.
And like the drops of rain
that fall on the mountain
we must find our way to the sea
through every fate that can befall us
along the way.
gallagher
20 Nov 85
1985-11-20
Wednesday, November 20th, 1985 That I had opened to Lise
means the hand of Fate can move there.|
This dark eyed woman who captures me so;
I want to look deep into the mystery of it
for life is made more of this,
the spaces between men and women,
than of anything else.
In the darkness there I will find everything
I've wanted to learn.
Just as I've found the warmth of her heart
and the musk of her inner thigh
so can I find more
by accepting everything Fate offers
through her.
Come, dark eyes, come and burn me down again.
Come, with your mystery and your love,
with your mother's heart and your lover's passion.
Come with love ascending ... or departing.
Love me or hurt me, cherish me or scorn me.
Today Fate's hand moves through you
and I will listen to It
through this love, yours and mine,
until I can rise to the dance no more.
gallagher
20 Nov 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —