...The weight of the world is love. Maybe if I tell it to myself more often, soon enough I’ll believe it.... Song Allen Ginsberg 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.
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...The weight of the world is love. Maybe if I tell it to myself more often, soon enough I’ll believe it....
Song
Allen Ginsberg
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.
The weight of the world is love
I think Jesus said something like this too. I remember hearing it from my brother, too, when I was young and also when he died. Its true.
Saint Paul
If anyone is curious I wrote a song to this humbling poem. Feel free to contact me. My band's name is Alma Mia. Be well.
this is incomplete :c
Here is the full version
ua-cam.com/video/X3rVjm1LYhY/v-deo.html
Amen.
Do you have that recording?
The complete movie is called "The life and times of Allen Ginsberg"
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