SamadhiMuse

            Some of us rise by spirit
            and some by kindness
            but most never rise at all.

            I've seen them on the side streets
            and the bus stops;
            the empty faces that fill the census books
            but not our hearts.

            Who am I to look at them?
            Standing outside, for just this heartbeat
            mixed and matrixed with them,
            my spirit momentarily paused alone.

            A fool and his visions
            just a breath from my own realities.

                                 gallagher
                                 14 jan 75
                                 - on acid

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Here, where the center most gears spin,
         here is the distillation of what I'm doing here
         and I carry that moment timeless within me,
            though my passions may rage a thousand times,
         always ... it is like a spark.
         A bit melodramatic, now that the band's past,
            but there is something there.

         Else why can I here the winds go whistling
            in the midnight hour freight trains running
         through my soul?

                              gallagher
                              05-07-77 - acid tripping
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —