Archive for the ‘Spiritual’ Category

1984-07-02

Monday, July 2nd, 1984

Heart full, morning light, soft music, in a hall
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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-07-25 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
                  ---------------

 

            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 —