There is a simplicity – after words.
The direct, knowing that unfolds everything without edges.
You see, you know, you feel, you understand – it’s inseparable.
The moment is everything, there is no other.
All that was your mind, before, awaits as a servant now.
Like your hand, it does just what you need. And then it rests.
gallagher
Nice, France
Mar 30th, 2017
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2017-03-30 – After Words
Monday, April 10th, 20232017-04-04 – “Enola Eno”
Monday, April 10th, 2023A job, a property, a town, a home, friends, a family, a relationship.
One by one, the things that bind are loosening and slipping away.
An inevitable consequence of the path I’ve chosen.
To be alone in the world, I’ve come full circle since I was 16
and opened my first book of poetry with the words “Inola Eno”.
Gallagher
4 Apr 2017
Nice, France