It’s hard to describe, when thought stops,
… until it begins again.
There’s a cloud of duality that fogs and covers it all
with the past and the future and my reflections.
While behind, it lies, inseparable and unsay-able;
the only moment; incarnate.
And only separate from it,
can I say its name.
In these many years,
the dream of duality has finally
worn thin
in spite of all the searching.
gallagher
25Sep2021
Christchurch