Archive for the ‘1980’ Category

1980-03-12 to the tune of

Wednesday, March 12th, 1980

to the tune of
Kenny Roger’s
“The gambler”

There seems to be a fullness
that’s rising up to meet me
a flowing field of fondness
that seems to know my name.

Its Rose and all her babies
and love with all its names
its Danny with his flaxen hair
and its me who loves them all

I wake up in the mornings
the smiling day to greet me
so tangible beyond my touch
the truth is plain to be.

gallagher
12 Mar 80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-04-01 Aprils fool

Tuesday, April 1st, 1980

April’s fool

Hard running … flat out working
on a Maya high
lost in the computer’s labyrinth logic

Making it work … for some ego trip?
for the joy of creation
for the passage of unconscious time … ?

Virginia, Washington D.C., Portland, Maine, and Quebec
Rose and Christopher
Work’s cresendo … time’s almost inaudible
laughter.

gallagher
1 Apr 80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1980-04-09 MEDITATIONS

Wednesday, April 9th, 1980

MEDITATIONS

I resolve that the most important thing confronting me
is the task of becoming what I want to become.
I recognize that, when at brief moments, I become conscious,
I know what I want.
And that what I want is to retain this awareness
and there is no way to do this
short of wanting it more than anything else.
I want to become what I want when I am conscious.

I want to be the master of my physical body’s(mind’s) condition
within those limits that my age and genetic inheritance impose.
And if faith or will power
can gain me more than that
then I want that too.
My body (mind) is mine if I will claim it.

I want the manifestation of my consciousness
to become my conscious foreground
and the details of my life; its work, its involvements,
to become the background.
but its details must be executed to perfection
because my consciousness of their execution is a reflection
of my deeper commitment to conscious awareness
in all that I do.

It is not that I lack the ability to conceive what I want
in my moments of clarity.
It is more that I cannot maintain the awareness
of what I want.
I slip back into unconsciousness; physical gratifications,
into my unconscious animal reactions
to each moment’s passing stimuli.
Its not that I should deny my physical nature
but that I should experience it without lapse
of awareness of my deeper want…
to remain conscious.

04-09-80

Portland, Maine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —