SamadhiMuse

 
My pen draws me back again and again
   to ask what is this pensive, sad joy
that overwhelms me and brings me
   to tears as I feel this life?

Is it the enlightenment beyond words;
   a full and immediate dose of 'what is'
wrapped in such beauty and pathos
   that I am grateful even to drink
      the poison cup?

I don't know. 
   But deeper and deeper it goes.

The people, the surfaces, the memories
   in an infinite parade beyond description
And I have but to look and my heart
      opens in a torrent.

I have to stop myself from gazing
   least I lose the ability
to remain focused in these spaces we share.
   Least I be bent by such persuasion
      that my tears render me mute.

Here, I can only feel, and kneel before it
   saying 'yes'; 
as the fullness of being
   pours through me wordless, raw, 
      immediate, and blessed.
        

gallagher
11 Dec 2018
Christchurch
 

— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —

 
Go with the flow.
   Let the moment to moment impressions
      be the river you are in.

What stops you?
   The need to ask, "What does it mean?"

That urge to bring
   your logical mind in
to pull the summation handle
   and to render up an answer?

But, as you do,
   you step out of the flow,
into the cognitive
   and out of the now.

gallagher
4Feb19
Christchurch

— Copyright 1965-2019 by Dennis Gallagher —