Heart full, morning light, soft music, in a hall— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
sitting on the floor with ten thousand
– deep into the wind, I seek.
Rajneesh may not endure against man’s urge
to make idols and dogma.
He may be human … he may be divine …
he may be anything …
it just doesn’t matter.
The things he’s said
and this buddhafield he’s made,
they bring me again and again
to the spiritual razor edge.
He pushes me deep into the merging of
spirit and action, play and love
and the humbling revelation
that all of this works and is happening
in spite of any ability of mine
to understand it….
Maybe he has only watered the land
and we credit him the flowers
maybe he is God come to realization in man
playing on this stage with
its imperfect props.
What does it matter, these?
That I can be here renewing my deep springs
by opening to him and this
and being drawn into whatever learnings
may come to me,
only these matter.
gallagher
02 july 84
Rajneeshpuram, OR
Archive for the ‘Spiritual’ Category
1984-07-02
Monday, July 2nd, 19841984-07-25 For Gerda
Wednesday, July 25th, 1984
For Gerda
We walk by ...we touch ...we speak
rivers form and merge, divide and entwine
deep waters running
like music with no beginning ...and no end.
We are one thing ...and we are two, at once
my sister, my lover, my mother, my friend
we drink and the cup ...the cup never empties
until we sleep.
We talk and laugh ...and we cherish the ground
like children who have found a magic place
everything under our hands and eyes
becoming God ...in us ...complete.
gallagher
25 july 84
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1984-10-23 Reading Elizabeth Haich
Tuesday, October 23rd, 1984
Reading Elizabeth Haich
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Sometimes I imagine that by
immersing myself in the lore
of higher consciousness
I will become enlightened.
Like a child who puts on
the clothes of the parent
and parades about
in a fantasy world.
These things are only tools,
choreographs of a dance,
which cannot be experienced
except by the dancer.
Only paper and words to me
unless I find the way
to breath life into them
in my dance of life.
gallagher
23 Oct 84
- @ 35,000 ft
Dallas -> Orange County
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —