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 ‘Spiritual’ 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
1986 – Women & Spirit
Saturday, September 13th, 2025He sleeps and the water runs
and I wait for the future
with my fears whispering to me.
It is odd that finishing a book
could make me so sad.
I read the The Razors Edge
by W Somerset Maugham
and now I see stories of Buddhas
arising like flowers in the field.
But I keep wondering,
is this just literature?
And I remember Bhagwan saying,
“You will not jump. until death, agony
and the unbearable push you.”
It was I, back then, who would never
sacrifice himself for his children.
And it is I, now, come to see
that there is nothing more precious
than your blood and spirit
gazing from small eyes.
And it is I now who questions
if the wonders of this world
can be worth seeing
if you have no connection, no bond,
no caring, and no continuity.
How empty gapes that chasm across which
an aspiring Buddhist must jump.
Darkness and fear of being alone and unloved
are echos from childhood memories buried so deep.
That last desperate moment when mother finally arrives
and you run screaming into her skirts.
gallagher
24Aug86
Irvine