#lightness
THRESHOLDS — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS
(A closing without closure)
I. The Room After the System
When the doors are gone,
you stop looking for them.
The body forgets
the choreography of refusal,
the small flinch
before touching a screen
that once held your name
like a warning.
The air settles
into its own temperature.
Nothing hums.
Nothing waits.
II. The Quiet Inventory
I gather what remains –
not relics,
not wounds,
just the ordinary debris
of a life that kept moving
even when the system
insisted it shouldn’t.
A gesture without a function.
A screenshot that survived.
A silence that no longer
asks to be interpreted.
III. The Curator’s Final Note
Somewhere far behind me,
the Curator files
her last report,
a tired signature
on a protocol
no one will read.
The machine coughs once,
as if clearing its throat
before retiring
from a job
it never understood.
IV. After the Thresholds
And I –
I walk through a world
that no longer divides itself
into access
and denial.
The light moves with me.
The air belongs to itself.
The past appears only
when it chooses to,
like a polite ghost
with no unfinished business.
V. Continuation
There is no final threshold.
Only the soft widening
of a life
that no longer needs
to check the door.
Not an ending,
not a return –
just the simple fact
that I am still here,
and the world
is finally large enough
to hold that truth
without flinching.
🖋️ written by: Ghosted But Charming
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
THRESHOLDS — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS
In a vacuum,
anything that offers resistance
reveals its presence.
The truth is a field,
newly swept of debris,
where the static
has finally died.
Every reaction is a trace.
Even avoidance has mass –
a dense, deliberate thing,
to look away
with such precision.
The block is not a wall;
it is the silhouette
of a struggle.
My words move as vectors –
not a bridge to be crossed,
but propulsion:
a clean ******
away from the orbit
where mass once held me.
And when the pressure drops,
the room expands.
This silence is not a lack;
it is a new geography.
Not empty,
but newly possible.
Lightness is not escape.
It is the moment
when the atmosphere inside me
finally matches
the atmosphere outside.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC
The wind blows.
Tracking, violating, a little train on its way
to the E island for the ninety-fourth time this day
in this infinitesimal airport, this enormous node
converged of weaves of space,
meaning collided.
A young woman gazing somewhere not special,
until my sight aligned with hers: rail unravels
its skeleton as the train forwards
only as bitten by the steal heaviness, that
guises dumb voyagers, a heavy lightness
inside.
Tapped by sound, a haphazard feeling of mind, I
percept couples prattling in native English
from scattering finches called home
Drifting away or reflowing towards,
adjacency suspends in lenses of all.
Afraid
to envision the scent of seeds unplanted,
to dwell on questions without an answer,
to defy gravity,
I know you are too.
The wind blows.
Departing with my hue of strength found in all that I lacked,
a sprawl of bouncing breeze leaves my tune beneath the rail.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
Anxiety before anxiety,
sorrow before sorrow,
word before word.
I think it will arrive sooner
than I expected…
Had I felt differently?
Had I known better?
That “thing” was imprinted
on the heart of each child
before it was forgotten.
The Z boson? A particle of God?
Inner awareness?
Lightness and compassion
screaming: keep going!
Forgiveness is a gift
for healing.
I prefer to withdraw.
Foreseeing the future
is too painful.
I feel safe in my inertia,
my comfort zone, not acting
but that intrusive voice
keeps shouting: don’t stop!
If it weren’t the fear of fearing,
sorrow before sorrow,
word before word…
They don’t bother me anymore.
For different circumstances,
I’m ready now.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
We both agree that we want to keep it pure
as it used to be -- not a makeover or nostalgic
stroll, but unencumbered from what has been.
Uninhibited --
seeing our true faces anew.
When we seem to hurt each other we agree
that we only want to lift the heaviness that
weighs us down –
carefully shaping words to cut the strings
that drag the weight through the generations
so we can learn from past mistakes and not let
mutations mutate our love.
Peace be still my love.
My peace is not here
as yet, but you have it within your reach.
Drop the weight
and grasp the lightness!
Maybe mine will come sooner if you stop
mourning my darkness and follow your own
light that has always been there--
sometimes hidden
behind the horizon--
but it has always been there.
Let it glow as it used to --
not human-formed
or reflected beams but uninhibited from what
has been. Not obscured, but seeing us anew.
Please see that I can see that you
have the power to be set free.
Then maybe my peace will arise within me sooner.
Then maybe my spirit and mind will heal sooner.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 10:25 AM UTC
He blew me a kiss
that blew my muses
n a e f h o
i o s o e p r aaaaa
t a u i
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
My heart is made of stars
They seem so small watched from the earth
But they are big
-
Living in the universe
Knowing where their place is
and when it’s time to come down to earth
Our heart is full of joy
Full of sparkle
Full of lightness
My heart is made of stars
-
What about yours?
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
Ponder me, I'm the best poetic expression
In yonder world, my father had wrote.
Awful me, I'm the depth of calmness
In buoyant sky, the eye of storm shows.
Fearful me, I'm the lord of darkness
In dreadful night, residing beneath the light.
Cheerful me, I'm the light of lightness
In playful way, children adore to hug.
Joyful me, I'm the pleasure of a new born
In delightful might, when motherly angel nears.
Wishful me, I'm the wise of the wisest
In brightful day, like sun showering his grace.
Colourful me, I'm the blush of the rose
In beautiful hands, picked and worn in romance.
Tearful me, I'm the cry of the heaven
In cloudy day, drowning the earth of hope.
Blissful me, I'm the minute of the minutest
My faithful Lord, allowed to wander in this world.
Humble me, falling into the pit of ignorance
Boasting myself, for impressions in distant hearts.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
let’s sit beneath wild flowers
on wooden stools
with a set of plates and cake
and you relate
to me and i to you
let’s breathe this life
and close our eyes
see more clearly
than we ever might
let’s chat this day away
and reveal the things
we’re scared to say
and when the sky will fade
we can claim:
we lived today.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
like the sky was feeling sad after the sun left
so the moon sprinkled little white gems and sparkles from moondust
to make the darkness feel lighter
©L.F.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
When all the hopes prove to be meaningless then something happens such that it left everything and keeps aside the whole world for that particular happening.
Fragile, futile, fermenting morals keep coming in the way and make us asinine in front of ourselves.
They ask, whether, "You could do it?" in such a way where saying an 'ayes' shall **** us in that guilt.
Things look recalcitrant four or five years from the past that, under no circumstances, it is something not to be happening but the supremacy always proves us wrong and changes the things in a moment so what are years?
Love is not something that enhances or gets less but it's the trust and care which aggrandizes and misunderstandings which disparages.
Even from the most hopeless paths, we see many dunes in the upcoming [back and forth] time and see no light; but there might be another 'someone' whom we are searching for and that is sitting and waiting and thinking behind that dune, 'it is not gonna end, and for me it has ended up.' Just a few steps can give 'light' to you and that 'light' something real unending.
Not just time but that faith and confidence that resides in one that urges to go with a hopeless heart and that changes everything and cause the whole surrounding to also believe, that due to these deeds, "It Comes."
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
The lights and camera
The divine energy holds
A multitude of drama
The light up the moment
She's the Wonderwomen
He's the thunderbolt
her divine cup sips to
trips no one's fault
Her cupped hands
Egyptian grain of sand
Light up Divine cup
To the Godly lands
Under her sheer light
escape
But he's the waves
to her heart seascape
Saying light up my
buttercup
I Apple ring her pictures
On Instagram
Hush sweet
Scarlet lights no
danger
Into the red light district
Don't give a dam
Orient express
lights up perfect
light up fun dress
Amazing Galaxies
I tune wedding-lights
The million- fantasies
The Shinning cups
Fertilized of Forever
Fairies
Burning light of Italian
vines the vinelands
My Venus love
of hands
Light of the Titans
The man of
good deeds
In my special cup
To the end of the earth
Light up my divine cup
To eternity higher force
Told the story
Heavenly with fierce
Heart filled with
Glory it is never the same story*
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
All he Oh! Ee-ee easy-does-it
Swift mastery___Crazy-has - its
shape me-energy love form
True witness philosophy
Silently neck to neck sadness
her pearls split pulled
her down into poverty
The emergency, madness
the young ones or wild ones
fertility all pearls majesty
of greatness
innocently, existentially
Her down-side persistently
lift divinely hands Manly-lovely
(Pearl jewelry box)
His swift moves love ecstasy
My swift lift any of so many
True Fox another Lift- to see
Eyes to his left territory his turf
He is the lefty so pearly for her
So cultured girly pearly
Those were the days dosing off
My friends all daisy
* _ _ _ * _ _ _ *
What a phaseout/ lazy fuse
But perk me up pink pearls
of white
His swift moves took a day off
Trying so hard to be polite
Hands work into tandem
Her rhythm Pearly kingdom
She chopped him
like chop suey
Her skin on the bread rise
All floured white specks
Pearly spa cream perfect
Facelift Eeey foggy day in
London pearly glow
rainy town
Everything turned like a
A cafe without the group
Well cultured Dowop
The pearl paint swirl crop
The heroes and beloved
In the Holy Land
Come to me casual softly
spoken lend me your hand
pearly gloves
The pearl potential
the feeling mutual
Fitting and tasseled roped
into the musical
Swift flowing hair's no rings
attached
to the back of our chairs
The darkness of the lover
The black/gray pearls two pairs
Spiritual mundane existence
Karmic cycle her game portal
Spiritual plan of ritual
Eating pearl white chocolate morsels
The Steam, dream, in between,
Fundamental not comical
Something in the way she knows
Not really superhuman star how
it faded or belated feel be traded
She submerged beyond mortal
In her Galley cooking up
French cream sauce how
it sparkled Eeey milky
Ms. Mallery was pearlized
so traumatized so sulky
by his presence
Hides her pearl key-note
In her swift lift
(Artsy Gallery)
His face blended into the
pearl all framed
All the pearly Wedgewood
plates looking glass
world gates
Pearly cream color stage duet
To the sun pearly necklace
Cost her a delicate cream neck
Her Spa Tra he hands her la la
Eeey milky honey smile
Hot MaMa
pearly text me trail
Her emails mount Fuji
Her striking pearls got to his heart
The film hum yum bite
The pearl jam flew
The big show nibble
Her bible she felt gullible
The words deepened ******
But the soft low key
Key lime mixed with coconut
Pearl Hey?
So swiftly swirled vanilla sky
sold her photograph
and chinchilla
The Seashell cottage her
footprints 'Pearl Rock" band
She was devoted to him truly
Pearl pledge was our duty
Swiftly mixed the marbelized
white/cream floor loved
and cared for protected
The Dr. pearl met Melody
Money like commodity
The patients pearled better care
With her Moms, pearls mixing twirls
On his trimming suits cuffs of pearls
She was the pies smile every day
Swift honey eyes Winnie the Pooh
But more adult Eeeey truly I love you
Her silken strand's tightrope loop
Her power pearl British Colony
of Hong Kong exile
Morning draped dawn
The Chelsea ride of dusk
Her favorite hint of
(Pearl Rose)
The musk elephant pearls
on his tusk
High up her pearly stocking,
Like her pride, was rocking
he took out the joy of her gift
The writing clause feathered
pearl drops the pen took her
dream away like a truce
The Gods know they love
The Gleam through her
windows
Left a strand of her starry
eyes of pearls were shut closed
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
If I had last words they would be…
Well… I mean… I see in those streams of invectives
I see especially people who drink, eat, sleep,
who make all human functions
Which are quite rather ******
And I shall say that they’re heavy
It never stopped being heavy
I noticed
I’ve read so many verses and particularly
verses from the 17th century
Verses, so-called courteous verses
I found 3 or 4 good ones in thousands of them
There’s little lightness in man
He’s heavy... isn’t he
And nowadays he’s extraordinary in heaviness
Since automobiles, alcohol, ambition, politics make him heavy
Even heavier
It’s mostly like that, he’s extremely heavy
Maybe one day shall we see a mind rebellion against the weight
But it isn’t for tomorrow
For now... we’re heavy
So I’d say indeed
If I had to die
I’d say
Man is heavy
That’s all
Oh! They were mean but...
Because they were heavy
They were heavy
They were heavy… jealous of a certain lightness
Jealous... jealous like a woman who wears a clothing burlap
instead of another who wears lace
Like someone who owns a workhorse
instead of a thoroughbred
Jealous...
Jealous of being heavy... that’s all
Crippled...
They weigh... they're crippled
Heaviness makes them *******
Therefore we can beware of them
They’re ready to do anything
Oh sure
They’re ready to do anything
And to activate heaviness
They drink, aren’t they
So when they drink, they turn into sledgehammers
It’s frightening, isn’t it
Sledgehammers without control
Yes, they’re especially like this
They activate... increase their weight
Instead of making themselves lighter
Oh! They’re not in Ariel’s side
They’re more like Caliban
More and more
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Begin again
She held on too tightly, white knuckles shining through the blackest of nights, that returned with such venom, that she stung to her very core.
The shades came crashing down and the pull of the night dragged her curious mind back into her past. A past that was so familiar, it had become a second skin.
Stretching over her lightness, an eclipse, of which escape seemed too far out of reach.
Surrounded by her friends she was still alone. The wall she'd built, towered above and was too high; There were days when it's bricks were cemented together with fear and jealousy. A black, sticky mass that no love could pass through.
She had to find her way back to the lightness. No longer could she endure. For she had felt the lightness that tugged at her soul and she dared to believe. Dared to hope
She fought until her knuckles and elbows bled with an angry, frustrated but knowing love.
She fought until just breathing and stillness were all she could summon from inside herself
And in this breathing and stillness she found her quiet mind. A mind so strong that it grasped her from dark to light in a single heart beat. Just as it had stolen the light away only hours before.
She would return to darkness time after time. She had accepted this.
But now she was loved, and she loved.
And this love would always pull her back....
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
A sense of lightness
is what I suppose happiness could be
Not a feeling but a state of being
And at the same time
you can also feel blue
Light blue
So it doesn´t rip you apart
but quietly soothes your mind
and lets your soul unwind
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
The dark of the sky drifting over me;
heavy with feeling, lightness of being.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
The lightness of your spirit bounces by,
like a binding ether joining all the dots.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Happiness creeps into my being those days!
Hope sheds its soothing light into my castle!
Humor touches the corner of my nights with ease!
Her face keep visiting my papers to engrave her beauty!
Her words let me feel the giggles that she sees me!
All of that is and much more from her!
All of that and she is the shine!
All of that and she is the Gem!
Thank you...even if your mind turns you away! :)
You...will stay..The...
Gem!
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC