Weight and Lightness

To be the burden of gravity,
the loss of weightlessness that body
is mass falling to the earth, that
which is made from
the earth, thus, becomes the
earth when death prevails.
To be in it the truth of sorrow,
a burden that carries
the reality of living that
with experience suffering exists,
with sadness of joy is
consumed in despair, with
love passion creates longing
and yearning.
As the air of companionship
fades, the solitude of
loneliness bears the weight
of these wanting: touch, embrace,
lust, flesh, dying, sadness,
melancholy.
The unbearable burden
that lies within the human soul,
the human mind to desire
those things that lasts only
in moments, those things that
could not be contained nor could
it be possessed.
The unbearable burden of
truth to know that all thing,
as they begin, as they exist,
so shall they end and disappear.
Somewhere in time
it shall meet again, in future
tense, it shall meet again.

Alas, a feather falling to the earth
with a lightness of air, moving
as the wind takes it to somewhere,
to some destination. In the imagination
of the mind, the world that exist
is seen only what the heart feels.
Seen only in the essence of beauty
without form, knowing only
that truth is blinded by these desires
contained, these wanting ' yearned!
In the moments of bliss
a burden of lightness
consummate flesh on flesh,
emotion with emotion
that the flight of the feather
falls lightly on gravity,
lightly to the earth and be
formed. Be formed in their
truth that weightlessness
becomes a burden of
these desires,
even in the brief moment,
in the intangible
self. A lightness to be consumed
by the heart that love in
the instance of a moment
has been captured and
contained, it has been imprisoned
by the human heart.
Yet the heart itself is imprisoned
in these wanting, it has,
itself, become the mass
form in weight, in burden of
sorrow, of grief.
in lightness is itself the
joy, the happiness,
the space of nothingness formed
in the yearning of
emotions, the
intangible feeling
that floats like a feather,
of peace communing
in harmony that silence with
its glare glows in stillness.
Each compromise, between
reality and imagination,
has the lightness of being
and the weight of existence that
life is and was the experience
of wanting, of desires, of yearning
where the heart proclaim
the emotions felt, the emotions
want, the emotions consumed.

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