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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 —

Posted in 1995, Culturium, Echo Lake, Spiritual | No Comments »

2011-10-03 – Colette’s

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011 
Colette's 
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 prayed for lightening even though I may be destroyed 
 and then I walked, some months later, 
 through a house laced with moonlight. 

And I see 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

— Copyright 1965-2011 by Dennis Gallagher —

Posted in 2011, Catalyst2, Christchurch, Colette, Culturium | No Comments »

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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