I used to think that I kept my mind silent— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
like the Buddhists say…
Until I realized its always so
when I listen.
gallagher
22 jun 78
Archive for the ‘Spiritual’ Category
1978-06-22
Thursday, June 22nd, 19781978-07-04
Tuesday, July 4th, 1978
Paused for a moment on the edge of all the future
all our lives will surely tangle or unweave now
and all of these potentials,
like hands on my shoulder, steady me.
So let it begin and all the rest of my life go on
I no longer wait or care for the past to resurrect itself
this life can be invested in my future now
I can weave and sort my friends and lovers into the days of my life
I want to walk out each day excited
about what could happen again
and care nothing for what has gone by
I've been too long tangled with the old ways
so carefully unknotting our lives and feelings
learning that exquisite patience that lies half way
between compassion and self preservation
But, its done... let me depart and begin anew
this time not to bury my freedom with love and security
or to hold myself untouched by love's whip and passion
I want to find that balance point there in my heart, between...
there, where on the edge of my best,
I can live each day like it was the last
I want to dance to life's mysteries and paradoxes
as the fountains dance to the wind and the mimes to the crowd
these things are not to weep for
and, sometimes ... in those graceful but oh so brief moments,
perhaps in a lover's eyes or in a passage of my son's growth
I'll see something behind it all ...
timeless ... smiling thru at me
Brother Methuselah, here in all of us as we gamble our lives
untouched yet compassionate ... he waits for us to begin
and he smiles at us, a spiritual joy and promise within.
gallagher
07-04-78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-10-01
Sunday, October 1st, 1978
The long roll of days now coming' thru
have got me held between ... time and my dreams.
I cast about ... in love ... and out.
See how it goes ... it changes like the wind
its not so bad ... something will come to pass
I gather myself against these days
like a man who loves the winter and draws his coat closer
come, and play for me, life
ultimately you must leave me beyond repair, I know
but this far I've been blessed
I love you more than most of my brothers, I think
I seek your razor edged dividings ... decidings
Your Karmic truths and gaping paradoxes
You will make or break me ...
Why should I turn away, you're the only game in town
we just fool ourselves that there are others.
So you begin again, here, some new incomprehensible rhythms
my loves exchange ... rearrange ... the mirror continues to stare
and I, day by day, ... can see better ... more
We dance, you and I, ... pupil and teacher
creator and creation ... mirrored hands of God
groping towards ... something.
gallagher
01 oct 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —