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
Archive for the ‘Places’ Category
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
2017-05-29 – Paris Departure
Monday, April 10th, 2023Last day in Paris, last day in Europe;
after four and a half months.
Maybe the last time to see Gerry.
He could disappear, just as his friend Kevin did,
in an unexpected moment.
Not so very unlike the certainties that await us all.
These rooms and streets, all friends now.
But they could become strangers again
as have so many once the light of
our friends have moved on
and left them empty.
Gallagher
Paris
29 May 2017