Archive for the ‘Exposure’ Category

1984-10-23 Reading Elizabeth Haich

Tuesday, October 23rd, 1984

 

                  Reading Elizabeth Haich
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            Sometimes I imagine that by
            immersing myself in the lore
            of higher consciousness
            I will become enlightened.

 

            Like a child who puts on
            the clothes of the parent
            and parades about
            in a fantasy world.

 

            These things are only tools,
            choreographs of a dance,
            which cannot be experienced
            except by the dancer.

 

            Only paper and words to me
            unless I find the way
            to breath life into them
            in my dance of life.

 

                        gallagher
                        23 Oct 84
                        - @ 35,000 ft
                          Dallas -> Orange County

 

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-01-27

Sunday, January 27th, 1985
               Every story or fable about the Masters
                 misleads us, subtly.
               We see how they are
                 and translate it to see ourselves, there.
               And, thus, when we imagine ourselves as they are,
                 we always see ourselves
                   through the eyes of others.
               It's again the difference between
                 being and trying to be.
               We must find the secret within us.
                 Utterly disconnected from
                   all imaginings, posings and motives.
               We must become the light of unity
                 unto ourselves,
                    born only of ourselves.
                                 gallagher
                                 27 Jan 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-03-28

Thursday, March 28th, 1985
            Rich beyond all measure
            we stand blind in the midst.
            The light of God shines through us
            and around us in every form
            and we go aching
            from mood to mood
            and place to place
            in search of His peace and joy.
            He must smile with compassion
            at children such as we
            who, in the wheat fields of His love,
            cannot find the harvest
            nor simply love the sun.
                              gallagher
                              28 March 1985
            after yet another listening of Gibran's, The Prophet.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —