- Steve Gold
- Sep 20
- 2 min read

Last Words
“Love one another.”
--George Harrison
I have been in a state of mourning for a dear friend who recently passed on suddenly and unexpectedly. Vicki McDermott, who was a subscriber to this newsletter, was a teacher for many years at the Karin Kabalah Center in Atlanta where I received my in-depth Kabalah training several years ago. She was like a “gentle love” cloned version of the founder and director of the Center, Shirley Chambers, who had passed away this past January. I hadn’t been in touch with Vicki for several years, but we reconnected on a very deep level when I came to Atlanta for Shirley’s Celebration of Life services. I think the sudden unexpected nature of her passing, along with the fact of our recent connection, created more of a wound in me than news of the passing of anyone else, including Shirley, my other spiritual master, Swami Rama, and even my parents. I know now more than ever before what people in deep grief have described as a wound that eventually heals to some extent, but will always leave an impression, a scar. And just as with the passing of those others, what has followed in its wake is an energy boost whereby I have become refocused and reinvigorated.
I sorted through various profound teachings I keep in a file regarding transition, and I decided to share this poem that I wrote many years ago.
For My Epitaph
On to the full realization of all Paradox:
The simultaneous existence
Of Silence and Sound
Of Darkness and Light
Of Stillness and Perpetual Motion
Of Birth, Life and Death
Where have I gone?
There is nowhere to go.
There is only
The circle, the spiral
Of energy
Rising,
Transforming,
Dissolving.
There is only Love.
--Steven J. Gold


