I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz


CRAZY OWL

Born with a sliver of moon in his beak,
torn between two worlds
-this one that seems and the one that Is.
Mad bird hangs onto both, entranced
by his agony. Lust and illumination blaze
with each breath.

Mad man of my soul sings out between moans,
"My joy is in the Shimmering.
Not the one realm nor the other,
but in the in-between
where neither and both are.
The Shimmering..."

Crazy Owl bathes in the dust,
twists his head round front to back,
strikes in the dead of night, silently,
eyes fixed in cold frenzy.
Crazy Owl is a turnaround man,
star man, ape and angel merged.

Copyright Nathaniel Schwartz 2003   www.WisdomVisions.com