Perpetual Weightlessness

How pure this burden of weight
some call isolation.
Others deem only connection to the frustration
inherent in slow erosion of falsehood.

To walk upon paths of nature’s blending,
that sometimes circuitous route asking one
accept disappointment,
embrace the lessons hard fought,
as a leaf that reluctantly floats to its demise,
trusting well the feather that follows.

Many of life’s lessons deliver with regret,
conscious that without mistakes,
there are fewer teachings learned

Oh love…

Hard fought,
genuinely earned,
knowing to rejoice,
is to know it is not for me,
or you,
to possess.

Love is weightless,
an amorphous wonderment
reserved for those
who might admit defeat,
yet know teachings are only valid
for those who commit to the realm
of ethereal understanding.

Perpetual weightlessness…

How beautiful the reality
for those of acceptance.