The innate desire to ‘know’ pushes us
to come to closure with what we currently have.
Thus, we say it is a ‘game’.
Thus, we say there is no ‘free-will’.
And all of this to avoid the endless mystery
that gathers around us as we dispel
our other explanatory illusions.
gallagher
15dec17 – South of Oamaru
— Copyright 1965-2017 by Dennis Gallagher —
For some among us your youth
is like the breath of roses.
Born anew into hopes and dreams
shining bright and new.
I stand struck by your beauty
as we pass on the street.
But like light, poured into the forms of being,
you will darken and corrode.
And in your innocence, the dreams you aspire to
will become your nightmares.
For what is within you
is deeper than your dreams
and this animal something is often
more than your mind of light.
gallagher
22Feb2018
Christchurch
— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —
The more you see, the less you can believe
in anything you say.
The deeper the mysteries spin
the less articulate the one who knows.
The great parade marching 1,000 wide
passes; passing all understanding.
And yet, still, we gaze and question,
still we seek to understand
that which is un-understandable.
And so we pass, cradle to grave, cradle to grave,
serious children made of chance.
gallagher
23Feb18#2
Christchurch
— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —