SamadhiMuse

            I see faces here with intellect and character
            wearing orange
            and they remind me that
            our mild religious persecutions
            could be their political prisons
                              gallagher
                              02 july 83 – Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            This place is outrageous.
            There’s a post office on the main street
            of Rajneeshpuram, Oregon
            and lights over the road like Disneyland
            and an orange party underneath.
            It’s festival time,
            party time at Rancho Rajneesh;
            the eye of the storm.
                        gallagher
                        02 july 83 – Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                        Festival Snapshots
            Morning, serving breakfast,
            still fasting, bright and clear,
            the lady vectored to the heart of it.
            Laser surgery with loving eyes;
            this is not it.  The ideas are not it.
            They just indicate it, as Bhagwan says,
            like fingers pointing at the moon;
            they are not it.
            This is a stage provided
            for us to work ourselves out on.
            I can’t remember all her words
            but they ran like silver through me
            and that I can’t remember them doesn’t matter.
            Truth has its own memory.
            What I remember most is the feeling
            as she spoke, and her eyes …
            with openness and love,
            like the glow of whiskey going down,
            or Venus rising.
                              gallagher
                              03 july 83 – Rajneeshpuram

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —