Archive for the ‘Vancouver’ Category

1982-05-25

Tuesday, May 25th, 1982

Bhagwan says … feeling and longing
are more than reason and reasons.

And I begin to remember something
like a man on the edge of sleep.

gallagher
25 may 82
vancouver

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1982-10-08 My Sons

Friday, October 8th, 1982

My Sons

My sons a man could be proud of
they say something of the best of Rose and I
with a cut and line, a form
that my eye never fails to fall on, pleased.

Danny, the sensitive blond and popular artist of us
how well he’s formed thru the caldron
of our marriage years and evolutions

The man begins to show in him
as firm and as deep as I could wish it
and I want to stand back and applaud
and give him room and respect to grow in

And Chris, blocky intense little Chris
affectionate and secure, pushy and proud
his potential and promise fill him with presence
he radiates ‘I am a good boy’, without any doubts

My sons
they make me prouder than anything else
I’ve ever done.

10-08-82

Vancouver, B.C.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1982-11-17 Bhagwan knocking

Wednesday, November 17th, 1982

Bhagwan knocking

I read Bhagwan just before I went to sleep
and awoke to find my self drawn to paper by my thoughts.
Itching me, burning me, his words brought me awake
with thoughts that seemed to cut through
the dreams I normally live.

I’ve drifted and doubted under the incredible pressure of friends
until Oregon and the experience I had there
has drifted into the library of my memories
and I’m once more unconscious and a-churn
with the pressures of what to do with my life.

But, when he speaks it rings with utter truth
that while I listen and remain aware
my life and purposes, cares and concerns
are cast into a doubt more profound and meaningful
by the lack of any arguments or reasons given.

If I go again I will surely take Sanyas.
I can feel the pull from here.
Should I light the candle I won’t let burn?
He asks nothing if not all
and ( though no one believes it )
he asks nothing but for me.
My love, my awareness, my being.
He says do them, take them, be them.
I point the way, I am the gate.
Listen, experience, become … more.
I am a living example.

And I stand awe struck and amazed
by music no one here ever seems to hear.
Is it me or is it them?

No one here has any real purpose
and He says there is none
but he’s happy with that
and look at us here.

And the night goes on.

gallagher
17 Nov 82


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —