SamadhiMuse

      Sometimes they, sometimes I, … our eyes meeting
      spirits walking thru the wind of each other.
      Sometimes lust, sometimes compassion,
      sometimes lost and empty
      centeredness coming and going,
      awareness and impressions in summer storms.
      I know for what I wait … paradox,
      because I wait for two;
      I long for the centeredness that comes
      from giving without wanting,
      that finds each moment perfectly
      and … I wait for she who will see in me
      that which I see in her …
      flower of spirit recognition echoed
      and the courage to say ‘yes’.
                           gallagher
                           01 jul 84
                           Rajneeshpuram, OR

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

   So much confusion for me here, belief and reason in tatters
   perceptions hammering this sleeper who wants to know
   good and evil like egg shells repeating within each other.
   People and feelings, dust and sunlight, words and wanting
   a world within a world, significance and enigma, here
   Asava says I still think a lot …
     and I was clumsy with words with her
   Bhagwan, thru Sheela, now says he will remain corporate
     if we maintain unity, 100% positivism and
        abstain from internal conflicts.
   Neither Asava nor her friend from England( Germany( Australia )))
     can say what they think
        of the three new committees of 36, 21, and 112
     nor of the 21 enlightened
        save that Bhagwan may be playing with us a bit
           about enlightenment.
   Esoteric subtlety or mindless simplicity and acceptance?
     How are we to know if we’ve reached our limit
        to open to the truth
     or if we are beginning to perceive it better?
   I can learn much of wordlessness from these people
     of strength of and opening … of dreams and magic
   but I cannot still my spirit’s questing thru submission
     any more than I could still my breath thru holding it.
   There ARE patterns running here, I’ll not ride them mindlessly
     nor try to consume them whole … to fathom their deepest forms
   but I will move thru them and let them mark me
     as weather wears the wood and feeling, the heart
   Bhagwan’s vision’s ARE alive at the edge of man’s evolution
     with passion and beauty, his strokes are drawn
        light against dark.
                              gallagher
                              01 jul 84
                              Rajneeshpuram, OR

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

         Let poetry run for awhile and I’m in a space
         not so unlike that where we make love…
         feeling with form, motion with meaning
         stories without words or sequence
         their own attributes those normal
         to their expression
                        gallagher
                        01 jul 84
                        Rajneeshpuram, OR

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —