She’s quiet about her love.
but it fills the forms where she lives.
Each room ordered in a vision
that reflects her inner self.
I run up to her and I hug her
and she replies, “Here…”
“Here, with these rooms that I share with you,
here, I give you what I am.
Here, where my eyes and hands
have past over things ten-thousand times,
be here with me in this,
my inner garden.
gallagher
1Feb2019
Copyright 1965-2019 by Dennis Gallagher
Letting go of Ego and personhood
reveals a country beyond.
But it is hard to see;
before you make the journey.
These words and logic that we employ,
help us organize and communicate
our perceptions of the world.
But, like a mirror,
they also prevent us from seeing
what is beyond and behind our reflections.
The round stuff of our perceptions
we jam into the square shapes
of our words
regardless of whether
they fit or not.
But there is a country beyond all this.
Existence:
all one,
moving,
inseparable;
except through our illusions.
And just as water finds it way,
all of this spins
around the drain
of the Second Law of Thermodynamics.
Order arising as a secondary effect
of the dissipation of energy
and we
but brief glimmers of awareness
in the backwash.
gallagher
14Nov21
Christchurch
Lives, spent like leaves ripped from the trees.
I stop, and look into this vision, and I am impaled upon it.
This world; so vastly beyond my ability to understand.
We cry and we love and we cherish our children
and we are swept by the passions of this moment;
which become so irrelevant on the next turn.
And still the leaves spill from the trees
and the history books are full of how little
all the things we cared about mattered.
gallagher
19Nov21
Christchurch
-after reading Souief’s, “The Map of Love”