Archive for the ‘Catalyst’ Category

1987-02-14 Snap Shots

Saturday, February 14th, 1987

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 —

1987-07-31

Friday, July 31st, 1987

This girl whom I love so much is going for it all - and I applaud her.

Against the edge of all darkness and the dissolution of spirit and certainty
   she wanders; a small brave candle.

She seeks understanding and enlightenment,
   she tries to hard and gets frustrated,
she wants the deep knowledge,
   and tries to figure out how to come by it.

In circles and dreams she runs,
   counting beads on the rosary path to heaven,
squeezing knowledge, clamoring with the mind,
   lusting with the heart and fearing with the ego.

And yet ... and yet, my love...

I hear the truth just behind you,
   I see the light you long for shining in you,
and I laugh as you cry because I know
   just how close the truth is.

gallagher
31 Jul 1987
- about Joan

— Copyright 1965-2010 by Dennis Gallagher —

1987-11-20

Friday, November 20th, 1987


   An early winter evening with
      motorcycle wind and headlights moving
   through the lights 
      of houses full of warmth.
   I open the door 
      into a darkened room
  and the sound 
     of running feet.
   She is there 
      with the smell of incense
   lighting candles 
      behind the bedroom door.

   She has George Winston's 
   music playing 
   And I feel deeply blessed  
      to see her love, 
   her playfulness, 
      her passion.
   My hands are cold from the dark ride
      and she enfolds me,
   and kisses my neck like the heat 
      from a winter wood stove.
   Such feelings of intimacy fill me.
      And in this moment 
 I am both spirit and flesh; 
   Transient, and yet imperishable.

   This washes over me ... 
   I.   am.   loved.

   So many years, 
      and so many women,
   I've passed through 
      just to gain this vision.
   Just to be able 
      to see how deep 
   her goodness, sincerity,
      and caring, are.
   I tell her this 
      and she laughs at me.

   She says it just takes some of us longer 
      than others to see the obvious.
 
 I can see that these soft experiences 
   of intimate reality are
   so much of what is real 
         and worthy in us.
   And that all the rest 
    are only the moments 
            between these moments.
   But....      but...

   These human moments of ours
      can also pass in darkness. 
   
 In jungles . ..from where gaze
     fearful hidden eyes 
  amid the scream of bullets  
      where women hide babies
 with hands covered by dirt. 
   Places of terror and death.
   And these are ours as well.
        For we are
  both the light 
    and the shadow.

   This world cannot see it's insane.

   But I will remember 
   what is real.
   And I, too, 
   will dim the room and burn incense
   for someone.
      and gather our small love 
  and peace 
   against the storm.

                                    gallagher
                                    20 Nov 87

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —