The Bearable Lightness of the Yoke




And here are my faltering attempts to describe this sense of 'lightness' :


The annihilation of Being
filling up the weight of Silence
Creation

The wrappings of heavy air
desolateness of the cypress leaves
Emptiness

The stickiness of famished earth
cursing the wind laden clouds
Existence

Unrepentant green over the Spring fields
wind in the half broken stream
Peace

The dark side of the valley
where even the earth rains
Anguish

Candle burning itself through the night
the willow sleeping over the stream
Loneliness

The sun's reflection in the half dried pond
the white goat fattened for sacrifice
Futility

Moon tossed over thunder clouds
white incense in the distant temple
Despair

The plastic flower in the yellow vase
with a month's old fragrant water
Death

Swirling waters of tired oceans
splashed on untiring seagulls' wings
Hope

Petals from the night fallen flowers
garlanded for the morning's wedding
Time

The rivers of my dead bones' passion
flowing into the warmth of your eyes
Eternity

The lightness of heavy contradictions
the barren womb containing a plenitude
God

The joy of newly woken birds
on a bloodwashed speechless dawn sky
Suffering

The unanswered child of the morning
questioning the elusive sunset
You

The unredeemed suffering that atomises us
on the eyebrows of a resurrected world
We

Three thick layers of summer clouds
a fourth layer hidden within it
Love

Birth pangs of that ancient galaxy
Muffled screams resonating through emptiness
Darkness

The mirror of life crushed into a thousand pieces
the unbroken pristine piece reflected in your eyes
Light

In the cacophony of the noon bathed market square
the desire of the beggar's desolate violin strains
Beauty

The dissolute heart that loses itself in the clouds
returns in the evening filled to the brim with their silence
Home

Peace of the child building a sand castle
unaware of the incoming roaring high tide
Tranquility

Three layers under the half broken earth
the clouds sleep waiting to rise one night
Seasons

What if the bridge built from my river bank
does not meet the bridge built from yours?
Faith

In the first blossom of the emptied spring
the relentless memory of the unawakened bud
Growth

Young girl holding her grandfather's withered hand
she thinks he is holding on to her expansive grasp
Triumph

When all words turn back from your restless silence
the earth still refuses to be trapped in her solitude
Wonder

Faint stirrings in the tremulous womb of creation
the ancient Colossus dying to his own death
Dawn

A face torn into shreds by time's corrosive balm
a heart bursting with the echoes of the primal silence
Spirit

The fading light in the Autumn's forgotten roses
burns ever brightly cherished in the old nun's eyes
Sacredness

Two footsteps gently carved into the depths
of the winter's first snow shining with serenity
Simplicity

The creeping sun that returns shyly every morning
to the earth that forgot him only the previous night
Reconciliation

The young girl's first moment of perplexity
the stars hide behind the last scrap of autumn cloud
Doubt

The sun that beats down on the rain starved earth
also soothes the inner depths of the frozen lake
Compassion