Friday, December 4, 2009

♥ the weight of the world is love.

under the burden
of solitude.
under the burden
of dissatisfaction.

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

who can deny?
in dreams
it touches
the body
a miracle
in imagination
till born
in human––
looks out of the heart
burning with purity––
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

no rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love––
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
–– cannot be bitter,
cannot deny
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy
–– must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

the warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye ––

yes, yes
that's what
i wanted,
i always wanted,
i always wanted,
to return
to the body
where i was born.
allen ginsberg

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