Archive for the ‘Irvine’ Category

1987-01-02

Friday, January 2nd, 1987
         T. Lobsang Rampa
         must have been shot
         by a spiritual cannon
         loaded with 1300 years
         of Tibetean intent.
         But, in the end,
         spectacular as his rise was,
         he came back to earth.
         For while others
         may give us velocity
         and direction
         we, alone, having nothing
         but mass and inertia
         and our own small flame
         of awareness
         to sustain the flight.
         The spiritual equivalent
         of the roller derby whip.
                     gallagher
                     02 Jan 1987

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1987-01-06

Tuesday, January 6th, 1987
            Small worlds, dreams we're passing through,
            mist and light in broken time.
            I love you, and you love me,
            dreams are all we've come to see
            here against the surging tide,
            hearts and hopes are open wide,
            honest, now and then, and then, we've cried
            I know nothing stays the same
            love's an ever finer blade.
            Can't we find the light of love
            among the shifting scenes and pain?
            Time is passing here outside
            and I love this place we've made here inside.
                                       gallagher
                                       1-6 Jan 87
            - to the cadence of 'Love is comin' around again'
              by Joni Mitchell

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1987-01-06

Tuesday, January 6th, 1987
            Sparks of love in a material world,
            spirits of light in rivers of change.
            I love you, and you love me;
            hands across a changing sea.
            Sunlight, shafts of gray and blue,
            it's love in our eyes that I can see
            but what do I mean, do I mean, to you?
            I've got dreams and so do you.
            God must have put us here to find
            how our dreams can love the rain.
            Dreams and love, love can bring us pain.
            Love brings us around and around again
            to where we face the light in pain
            to where we find our spirit's name.
            I love you and I just don't care
            I'll follow love and dreams anywhere
            for time is a raging running tide
            washing us away inside our lives.
            I will love you, damn the rain.
            I will love my dreams and damn the pain.
            Love is a shining light to be
            but God never said that love came for free.
                                    gallagher
                                    2-6 Jan 87

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