When the boundaries loosen,
we find all of life is magical.
Or is it; you cannot tell.
And that’s where the blade meets the flesh
and where courage finds its feet.
“There’s something happening but you don’t know
what it is, do you, Mister Jones?”
The mortality, the pointlessness and the magic of creation
all dance around us in a place we cannot name.
Perhaps, our hearts understand; in the way
that an embrace informs the embracer?
But always, behind, the mind wants to make it something;
give it a name, connect its past to its future.
Out here, in this eruption of existence,
the fascinations swarm and beguile us.
But, always, between our thoughts,
the eternal OM endlessly sings and hisses.
Here, in our momentary small awarenesses,
we come and go like shadows.
Most of us never realizing,
that we are simply This.
And none of us ever truly free
of the profound mystery
except through our beliefs
in our our illusions.
gallagher
11 Oct 2017
Christchurch
— Copyright 1965-2017 by Dennis Gallagher —