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1983-04-03

Sunday, April 3rd, 1983 

      Lying there beside her, I smell her skin, the warmth of her
         I see, or imagine, in the gray light, the wrinkles
            I've put there and I feel the storm of our lives
      She's told me her period's wrong and that her breasts hurt.
         For months we've tried to conceive
            and come to this.
      I put my hand on her back beneath the covers
         intimate against her sleeping
            I would know her skin anywhere.
      I begin to feel age and our mortality.
         Even now my body says I press too hard
            that I cannot become what I once was.
      And she who grows more precious to me each year
         grows more ripe for He who reaps us all.
            I touch her back and feel her breath ... in this moment.
                              Gallagher
                              3 April 83, SJC

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1983-07-27 Awake

Wednesday, July 27th, 1983

 

                           Awake

 

      Awareness; so easy to conceive, so hard to maintain
         and each time I let it slip I know
      sooner or later that I've lost it
         when I awake, adrift, again.

 

      No formula will do it, only doing it will.
         As the knife hones to the sharpening stone,
      so I must go into it ... ever into it
         leaving all thoughts of 'it' behind.

 

      Food, sleep, exercise, work, loving and seeing
         are but a few names of the places I've slept.
      Bhagwan, Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, and Mohammad
         are but a few names of those
            who have called us to awake.

 

      Here I write to make tangible the meditation
         but this paper and ink are not it.
      Here I am awake and want to stay so
         a baby Buddha crawling towards the light.

 

                           gallagher

 

                           27 july 83 - Irvine, CA

 

 

 

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-04-29

Sunday, April 29th, 1984 


           Today I was shaving
           and putting in my contacts
           and Chris sat on the sink watching
           like he's done a lot this last two months.

           Suddenly, from this random behavior,
           came pattern and purpose.
           if I were making a fire or tanning leather
           or stringing a bow or gathering herbs
           there...it was...

           there he would sit, receptive
           to what he would need to live;
           the transmission of learning
           parent to progeny.

           Wolf cubs, seals, monkeys and man
           all the same...small eyes learning.

           And in our plastic electronic world
           where this has little validity
           the instinct still lives.
           he looks to me to show him the way.

                        gallagher
                        apr 29, 84
                        San Juan Capistrano

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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