How often have I held a woman fast in the night
to awaken and find myself sundered in the day.
How transient all our doings are
and how easily swept away.
gallagher
28Aug2011
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Archive for 2011
2011-08-11
Thursday, August 11th, 20112011-08-31
Sunday, October 2nd, 2011
I don't think I'll ever let anyone know
how closely madness came to claiming me this winter.
Murderous thoughts have been my unrelenting companions
on many nights as I've thought of how
to hurt those who have so hurt me.
One night, I lay tortured; one moment asking for the light of the highest good,
and the next with visions of murder raging in me
back and forth until I rose at dawn exhausted.
I fear these bouts. I fear that one day, pushed too far,
I will simply rise and depart from sanity and responsibility,
and make true my claim,
that I do not, in the final event,
respect the law, if it cannot redress my complaints.
In my thoughts, there is no force in the law that can save someone,
from another who thinks that the law and redress
belong to him and his Karma.
He that has a deadly aim to not be undone and bereft,
while he still has breath and choice.
Where this leads, I know not.
I just know my pain is near an edge and I have trouble seeing why
those who have done me so ill should not taste of that same well.
gallagher
31Aug2011
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2011-10-03 – Colette’s
Sunday, October 2nd, 2011Colette's
An October night in a house laced with moonlight with a good friend asleep in one room and my lover and partner asleep in another.
I realize, yet, again,
what lucky man I am in this life.
Marriages lost, earthquakes come and gone, hearts repaired and small fortunes lost and none of it touches me as I walk through these moon-washed rooms. The Beloved loves the child that stands into the wind and dares to dare. The child that says, "Bring it on, Beloved. hold me to the breast of this life with all it has to give. Break my heart and storm my sanity and I will still believe you to be the Beloved, believe you to be compassion and light even as I prepare myself to pass over and die. I prayed for lightening even though I may be destroyed and then I walked, some months later, through a house laced with moonlight. And I see the proof that I am loved and the proof that fear is just the way we delay experience. I see that, even as I die, I will drink this cup to the end and walk into the storm and feel the rain and praise the giver and know that I am a blessed child. gallagher 03Oct2011
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