Flocks of word-birds fly through the sky
trying endlessly to configure themselves as indicators
pointing to the sky and away from themselves.
They whirl and swirl in beguiling patterns.
But, finally, exhausted they retire to land and rest.
And there's the sky.
gallagher
Christchurch
16Jul18
— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
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