With these touches
we try to build
an edifice and a structure.
A frame
for our moments
and our memories.
But it all withers away
before the constant winds
of change.
Who are you,
what
were you?
A momentary configuration
in the ever shifting sands
of the implacable.
Are you the river stepped in,
or the passing form that stepped
into the river for a moment?
In the ever erasing
and renewing of existence,
we are lost.
gallagher
18Oct22
– on our return from Europe
We are like shattered mirrors, observing each other.
We are miles from remembering ourselves.
Miles from being of one mind.
Miles from being in here and now.
Reflections, glints, momentary presences.
We are here, then we are there; we shift and change
and we come and go and we think it is good.
Because we’ve never known anything else.
We are walking, talking fragments,
constantly, broken into bits of awareness.
The monkey mind is loose in us.
And our attention spans break
to follow a new thread moment by moment,
and we almost never notice the transitions.
One part of us talks to another part,
and we don’t think it odd.
We frequently abandon the only real moment
to go into our memories and imaginations
of the past, and the future,
and into the abstractions of our thoughts.
gallagher
Christchurch
Oct 27th, 2016
There is a simplicity – after words.
The direct knowing that unfolds everything without edges.
You see, you know, you feel, you understand – it’s inseparable.
The moment is everything, there is no other.
All that was your mind, before, awaits as a servant now.
Like your hand, it does just what you need. And then it rests.
gallagher
Nice, France
Mar 30th, 2017