SamadhiMuse

      0:38 – I want to enfold my choices and potentials today.
           – See God breathing as matter.  See fate and destiny
             twisted as the invisible lace through which we move.
      0:48 – The enfolding bliss of being …
      1:04 – A state of ecstatic bliss.
      1:26 – Wordless
      2:31 – All the beauty I own is wasted unless I’m looking at it.
      3:02 – The sprinklers came on !
      3:12 – Instead of letting the blossoms batter them, they batter the
             blossoms.
      3:23 – A little lucidity returning now; like glass thru everything.
      3:32 – Lise is wood
                Lise is like oak
             You can touch the earth
                in this woman.
      3:45 – The stage of redundancies, of making too much out of
             everything.  You’re everybody’s assailant at once!
             I like looking at Lise; she’s looking back.
             ‘Tell yourself any stories you want
                 be the kind of man I want!’
                                Lise
      4:03 – Telling myself I’m lucid enough to go out.  Racquetball sounds
             good.
      4:30 – If you’ve never opened an orange on acid, its worth the
             admission.
      4:33 – Reconnected the phone.
      4:42 – We wrote some silly poetry together
                and now we are friends.
             There is no peace but the backside of acid.
      4:55 – Coming inside.  (real time 3 p.m.)
      5:55 – Through proofing KH papers.
               So what have I figured out
                  with all this today?
               That I love, that I feel
                  that I care.
               What is there to weigh or debate
                  my poetry is written
                     like the muscles of my forearm;
               it tells the story
                  of what it has done.
               That love should have left
                  a few scars across these page
                     I praise God.
               Today I called to him
                  and me … and her
               and we laughed at the fountains
                  of the winds … brimming
               Love.
                  I praise God for Love.
      6:00 – Hours in.
      6:15 – Resuming real time = 4:20 p.m.
                                 gallagher
                                 4 april 1985
                                 – an acid trip of three tabs

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