AT THE EDGE OF GONE
 
 

Brushing against that wall,
at the edge of gone,
I've been there and heard the call,
for a brief moment in time.

I've glimpsed the darkness,
at the beginning of the void,
I've felt the nothing, endless,
on the other side.

The same blank space,
beyond that last wall,
we know, and without a trace,
for it is where we were before.

We know that life has begin and end,
at the edge of gone,
where start and finish blend,
is it forever?, or but another phase?

At the edge of now, or the edge of then,
energy is always on the move,
and eventually comes that time when,
existence and non existence will interchange.

This message is only to show,
the importance of the now,
to grab onto and to know,
each moment is a precious time.

We live each day,
always at the edge of gone,
for, if we turn the wrong way,
it could be our final turn.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
June 9, 2003