I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz
CAPTIVE BUT FREE
My body is captive, but my soul breathes free,
Captive to need, slave to circumstance.
Yet, though bound to the seen,
I'm free where you can't see.
Narrow ways of the mind can't hold me.
All I can do, I do to break the trance.
My body is captive, but my soul breathes free.
Mystery, wonderment, is where I please to be,
Where I whirl and spin in a madcap dance.
Cause, though I'm bound to the seen,
I'm free where you can't see.
Early I learnt of life's mystic Tree,
Whose bark is bitter but whose gifts romance.
So, though my body is captive, my soul breathes free.
I leave to the doers and the doing they be
And keep for myself the cloud walker's stance,
Seemingly bound to the seen, I'm free where you can't see.
Birth and death and all circumstance
Are but costume and color for this inner dance.
My body is captive, but my soul breaths free.
Though bound to the seen, I'm free where none can see.