Weightless Love

How pure this burden of weight

seeking to relieve its encumbrance

some call loneliness,

while some see it as the patience needed

for the wanton erosion of falsehood to disappear.

We all walk upon expanding paths of nature’s blending,

that sometimes-circuitous route

asking one see disappointment

as a lesson waiting to be learned,

embracing the experiences hard fought,

like that of a leaf that reluctantly floats to its resting place

awaiting the next season of existence.

Life need never forget…

All fate’s education offers compassion,

conscious that without mistakes

there are no adjustments learned.

For just as love’s quest for happiness

is genuinely earned,

the rejoicing is about its own completeness,

not for me or you to possess as object.

For to be in the state of love…

Is to know such hunger strives to remain

in its own amorphous wonderment

a reserved realm of being,

having experienced defeat along the way,

yet accepting of the teaching reward

that remains only valid for those who seek

the realm of unselfish acceptance.

Weightless love.

How beautiful the reality.