What is it this weight
that walks around with me
this heaviness and deep sighing like feet caught in mud,
like a body of treacle trapped in a tin.
what is it
this perceived problem
And why is it that it will be better
when I sleep deeply
or when the sun shines
or next month
or when I camp beside a surging ocean
or when a lover whispers sweet words to me?
what dependency have I cultivated
to desire peace from a place of uncertainty
to desire truth from denial
to desire a future different from the past present moment?
What stress am I suffering between the layers of cell tissue and organ
when I scheme urge cajole fret court and canvas
options solutions and promises
to dramas solely enacted in my own mind?
How deep is this well that I have dug for my self
how high is this mountain that I cannot climb
and how low is this mind that plots ???
can it just Be?
can it be released riven free from self grasp
and encouraged to flutter
4 thoughts on “what is it this weight”
I’m glad that memory surfaced and you shared – gaining lightness – just lovely
I’ll remember that
Weight – that transforms when we let it be .. thank you for these beautiful words Sandra. Completely off topic but I remember my brother saying some years back that he doesn’t think of losing weight, he thinks in terms of gaining lightness. Your prose brought this memory back to me ..
thank you debra