I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz
COME AND GONE
I have come and gone so many times,
been and not been,
Spiraling out from the Center
that all Being comes from,
then plummeting back
into the Nothingness again.
Only the deeps of my eyes
and shadows in my soul
recall it at all.
Incarnations like the flickering
of a flame; ecstatic illuminations
and tormenting failures.
Again. And again. And again.
For all the ages this spirit has dwelt in nature,
a tree's sense of being, or a stone's
is as known as my own,
as is with the stars and the luminous Void
that encompasses all.
When, at last, I find my way back
to remerge with the Nothingness,
the comings and goings will finally cease.
And I will find Silence. Praise be.
Amen.