Archive for 2016

2016-04-25 – Flickering

Monday, April 25th, 2016 
Sit here in the midst, endless being around me,
time stops - it is aways now.

My awareness begins and ends, but being is endless.
Being stops and I am the awareness, I stop and being is.
One moment, I am process and in the next moment, being nothing.
Being, to the aware me, is only a cypher I hold.
But, when being is, I vanish and nothing is held.

I am dancing on the impossible non-existent edge
between an illusionary duality where I seem to exist
and a unity beyond all but itself.
And, what little I am is flicking in the difference against eternity.

gallagher
2016-04025 - ANZAC Day - Christchurch, New Zealand

— Copyright 1965-2016 by Dennis Gallagher —

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2016-05-21 – Blood and Time

Saturday, May 21st, 2016

With their one life squeezed
between their hands,
stretched, until it might break.

They agonize not to lose that
which was forever only temporary.

The agony of living in
such a short pause
between all the endless time
when we were not.

It comes and it goes,
and it begins and it ends.

We are just leaves in a wind
that carries our DNA through
the unrolling of time.

It is cruel that we have names and memories
when we were only born to be
the vehicle to carry
what lies behind us
into what lies before us.

Squeeze these moments then,
my friend, regardless.
And feel the blood and flesh that speak
to you of your time.

Gallagher
21May2016
Christchurch

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2016-08-07 – Ghosts at the fair

Sunday, August 7th, 2016 
 
The flutter of wings through an open window,
   the movements of light across the floor.
Our lives, like the shifting shadows
   that haunt the late afternoons
      of the days when we are no more.

These photos, these memories,
   these senses of all that we are.
We hold them against us
   as if they were proof against
      the power of the shifting sand.

My name, my lover, my family, my friend,
   all on the carousel that turns
      and frees them all again.

Meteors and arc-lights, we stand against an end
   that shifts like light and shadows
      and absorbs us all and then....

Every treasured feeling rendered into air
   every cupboard full of memories
      to be opened empty and bare.

The turning wheel of transience
   the scythe that cuts the air
we of momentary consciouness
   are the patterns on the rides
      at an endless entropic fair.

gallagher
Christchurch
07Aug2016

— Copyright 1965-2016 by Dennis Gallagher —

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