Love's Weightless Mystery


How pure this burden of weight
Some call isolation,
Others deem attachment
To the sometimes 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,
Accept a leaf that reluctantly floats to its demise,
Knowing well a feather might follow,
and such may merge into...

All life’s lessons deliver with the pang of possible mistakes,
Even though conscious that without errors
There are no teachings learned.

Oh love,
Hard fought,
Genuinely earned.

Rejoice.
For it is not for me
Or you
To possess.

Love is a weightless question...

Amorphous wonderment
Reserved for those
Who are willing to admit there is an unknown,
Yet accept epiphanies as only valid
For those who seek
The realm of paradoxical understanding,
Accepting that without the knowledge of black of hurt,
one cannot embrace the everywhere-essence of white’s healing,
and thus the unconditional warmth of Life’s understanding.

Love's weightless mystery...

How rewarding the devotion to challenging feelings.