Years ago, I remember driving across the Arizona desert
and seeing four or five people wearing white sack-cloth
and walking in the hot sun on the side of the road.
I passed them but turned around and went back driven by curiosity.
They said they were just walking and praying and letting Jesus provide for them
in every moment ... in every step in the hot sun.
And again in Yosemite in 1972, there was a blond girl from Berkeley
doing summer service for the National Parks System.
I can see her eyes, her idealism, her uniform....
Moments. People making a statement in person or on paper.
Flash! Indelible moments - a deep impression of power and synchronicity.
The book Open Marriage,
the ideals of the 1960's,
the beauty of Krishnamurti.
Like pictures cast, solid and whole, onto the waters of time
they move and shimmer as the river moves
and finally they dissolve and disappear.
We each, arising from the womb and marching to the grave,
are a sequences of images strobing against time.
The material side of what we are here for
is so insignificant.
I remember a bum in Seattle who begged some money from me;
and all the time his eyes were laughing at my perceptions.
Gallagher
3-14 Feb 1987
— Copyright 1965-2010 by Dennis Gallagher —