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,
in thought
     constructs
a miracle,
     in imagination
anguishes
     till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
     burning with purity--
for the burden of life
     is love,

but we carry the weight
     wearily,
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.

                         San Jose, 1954

I breathe in this uncomfortable terror
of waking up every morning,
and giving up on changing my world.

I breathe out this comfortable discomfort,
that is me knowing I can do better,
yet I feel as if I have no control whatsoever.

A challenge was set before me,red rose blooming,
But my feet refused to take a step towards the danger,
my hands refused to hold onto the rose,
although my heart wanted to.

My fingers could've bled,
and blood could've been sweet,
The pain would've torn me,
I would've found meaning as well.

I was ****** to be a lover of chaos,
destructive idealism,
and moonlight.

Born as a child of nature,
born and died,and will live again,
Mighty fragile and weak,
but inside is what flames are missing.

Familiar with all,
I awaken with a thirst for freedom,
In it I am caged,
just to feel the purity of this life.

I who ponder my own guilt,
am ecstatic when I am uncertain,
Euphoria brings a sense of discomfort,
so up until now,
I made excuses not to feel it.

Discomfort of creative freedom will become comfort if it has a purpose,
I've got so used to feeling nothing,
my heart beating so energetically seems like an illusion.

A change of heart is what frightens me,
how will I overcome the elimination of stillness in my days,
Time will pass,
and I mustn't regret anything,
Soenjoy the blessings given by the present moment.

Do I feel you when the nights are unsteady,
when I need someone to hold me,
I wish you could understand my longing,
and give me the love I try to earn.

You,my dear,
are a living,breathing piece of art,
Pure,perfect,passive,
there's no line I wouldn't cross for you.

Somehow,I am able to keep my calm around you,
keep myself from shivering after your touch,
Somehow I am able to keep my sadness away,
because you bring me light.

You are as beautiful as Nature itself,
and the two of us are just two specs of dust that look at the grey sky,
You & I,so little in this big world,
yet so special,private and iridescent.

We can't see past the blue,
but I know my love for you is as big as the Cosmos,always growing,
But why does it hurt more with every time I look into your eyes?
-Sad.

I tried forgetting you,but how can I?
When I see you in every tree,every cloud,every breeze,
Your eyes are my untopia,
the only place I can rest,
I want to be the only one who dares to look into those passionate forests,
And see how high I can really go before I fall down.

The smell of old fantasy books,
and the color brown,
The warmth of the Sun,
and the light of the Moon,
All of this reminds me of you.

I want all the steps I take on this cursed earth to lead me to you,
Every breath I take just so I can feel your scent,
Every day your image sweeps over my mind.

I'm sorry,
but I could never stop thinking about you,
when you are all the warmth I feel,
even in the coldest wind,
And I know you love me enough,
maybe not as much as I love you,
but you get the point.

I fell asleep with the
rays of sunshine
kissing my skin,
listening to sounds of guitar,
strumming in the wind.

I wish I could find someone
to bathe with me in the sun's light
of the early evening,
at sunset.

Locked limbs,
breaths in tune,
huffs of air are certainly heard.

And it's warm in this place,
softer than the clouds,
where we can admire eachothers
face lines as we will when we get older.

Too soon to leave,
I'm afraid to ask you,
for only a favor:
"Will you please stay like this with me forever."