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1995-09-08

Friday, September 8th, 1995 

Here, where intent is the bridge,
God breathes out as I breath in
and in this knowing come union and bliss.

Intend God, be God, feel God,
God is all that is - and so are you.

In this silence, you are the One
but with your thoughts, you are alone
in the illusion of separateness.

God waits everywhere
for us to become the silence
but this is not a thought we can think
but a knowing we must be
if we would find the light.

                  gallagher
                  8 Sep 1995
                  Echo Lake

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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2011-10-03 – At Colette’s

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

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 had prayed for lightening
even though I might be destroyed.
And then I walked, some months later,
through this house laced with moonlight.

And I see here 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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2013-08-30 – Parc Monceau

Friday, August 30th, 2013 
 
I feel my legs creaking as age steals up upon me
   and, when I walk in the park, I know the ground waits below me.

All my health, lovers, adventures, years and successes 
   are just chaff in the winds of these many lives I've lived.

I sit near the still point and feel the simple knowing
   that ebbs and seeps from there.

The old men with money and power and the tiny tots
   with their little plastic sunglasses are all one to me now.

Love and being, here and now, and the leaves 
   that fall from the trees, they all whisper 'freedom and bliss' to me.

I look, and the urge to grasp rises, 
   but I say 'No'.
Each thing and moment, each coming and going is,
   in itself, perfect.

Buddha smiles someplace in this moment and in no other
   and whatever purpose is, and has been, is always now.

The ground waits beneath me and I hear its murmuring
   and I wait, pleased, for what is and what will be.

The world is magic that there can be such peace here
   in the midst of so much pain and war and evil.

gallagher
30 Aug 2013 - Paris, France

— Copyright 1965-2014 by Dennis Gallagher —

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