1986 … eight years since ’78
and I wonder what I’ve learned since then.
Woman passing by, touching me
like spirit ghosts at some improbable dance.
Rose, stronger … needing me less, free
leaving me less room to hide in her love.
I’m so much on the brink of being alone and free
and so afraid of it.
I can see now how my mother fell into the bottle
and why Bhagwan says enlightenment comes
only when you’re driven to the bitter end
and have nothing more to drop.
You can’t go to that place and hedge your bets.
gallagher
6 feb 86
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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