SamadhiMuse

         What strange weeds the winter leaves us here
         in the stark sunlight after our lusty cheer.
         And with what wondrous clarity the mirrors shine
         and show the one that was, against the one that's left behind.

         I can't see, but the clarity aches my eyes,
         through these transient passages wove with immoral cries.
         And we weave and wind our parts and thine
         just gamblers come to meet
         in a place where nothing lasts.

                                 gallagher
                                 7 September 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                       Helen

      The passage ended in our dance of form and enlightenment.
      In the afternoon, over tea cups,
      our warmth pressing us, without clinging,
      we spoke and smiled there, felt and saw feeling there
      and with simplicity, we never hid or hurt each other.
      Open and centered, the meal had been served.

                              gallagher
                              05-03-77 - helen k.ends us
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —