Re: 7 Jan 84, tripping— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
The new year’s come to me
something’s going to stir
the stones are coming down
between me and my dream realities
I dropped acid with Freddie
and went as far into it as…
madness and dissolution
I sighed and I waited,
I cannot be disassembled.
I doubt acid holds magic for me anymore
flaming destruction of ego and boundaries
I just wait and survive
proof again of both sanity and folly
We share our roots, Freddie and I
but our futures lie ahead.
gallagher
9 jan 84
Irvine, CA
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1984-01-09 Re: 7 Jan 84, tripping
Monday, January 9th, 19841985-04-09
Tuesday, April 9th, 19850:38 – I want to enfold my choices and potentials today.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
– See God breathing as matter. See fate and destiny
twisted as the invisible lace through which we move.
0:48 – The enfolding bliss of being …
1:04 – A state of ecstatic bliss.
1:26 – Wordless
2:31 – All the beauty I own is wasted unless I’m looking at it.
3:02 – The sprinklers came on !
3:12 – Instead of letting the blossoms batter them, they batter the
blossoms.
3:23 – A little lucidity returning now; like glass thru everything.
3:32 – Lise is wood
Lise is like oak
You can touch the earth
in this woman.
3:45 – The stage of redundancies, of making too much out of
everything. You’re everybody’s assailant at once!
I like looking at Lise; she’s looking back.
‘Tell yourself any stories you want
be the kind of man I want!’
Lise
4:03 – Telling myself I’m lucid enough to go out. Racquetball sounds
good.
4:30 – If you’ve never opened an orange on acid, its worth the
admission.
4:33 – Reconnected the phone.
4:42 – We wrote some silly poetry together
and now we are friends.
There is no peace but the backside of acid.
4:55 – Coming inside. (real time 3 p.m.)
5:55 – Through proofing KH papers.
So what have I figured out
with all this today?
That I love, that I feel
that I care.
What is there to weigh or debate
my poetry is written
like the muscles of my forearm;
it tells the story
of what it has done.
That love should have left
a few scars across these page
I praise God.
Today I called to him
and me … and her
and we laughed at the fountains
of the winds … brimming
Love.
I praise God for Love.
6:00 – Hours in.
6:15 – Resuming real time = 4:20 p.m.
gallagher
4 april 1985
– an acid trip of three tabs
2018-09-14 – Lucy Risin’
Friday, September 14th, 2018
A look into the endless pool of now.
No sense of coming and going - just this.
The upwelling of is-ness, a fire of bliss.
Every attempt to speak or write is
a stone of impermanence
thrown into the pool.
I know this place, I come here often;
though the eruptions of bliss
are gentler.
Separation implies will.
And will implies difference.
And from difference comes non-enlightenment.
'It is what it is', why be anything else?
And can we be anything else,
except through illusion?
You can merge, but you lose reason.
And you can have reason
but not the bliss of merger.
Everything can just be.
But only we humans
can reason and forget both.
But we should reason
and remember
that we are also existence.
And that all we have to do to fall back
into the pool of bliss and being
is to cease thinking and differentiating.
Creation is both beautiful and brutal
and with these lives
we can choose.
gallagher
14Sep2018
Christchuurch
— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —