I will not burden you
with my burdens.
To burden you
with my burdens
simply adds
one more burden
to my pile of burdens.
I do not wish to see you sad.
I do not wish to make you concerned.
I do not wish to impact your life.
You have burdens of your own.
I would prefer that you remain
oblivious to my burdens,
so that you may stay focused
on your own pile of burdens.
You may realize, as I do,
that your pile
isn’t so big as it seems,
so long as you’re
the sole soul stacking.
Newfound Lake,
10/7
A dance of souls and burdens unfolds, each pirouetting around the other in a ballet of empathy and self-preservation. What are these burdens but kaleidoscopic baubles in the ever-changing pattern of existence? We stack them, ever so delicately, in personal pyramids of complexity and challenge, often unaware that others are building their own labyrinthine ziggurats. We see the towering peaks of our own creation and imagine them Everestian, not realizing that just across the whimsiscape, another is contemplating their own mound, equally daunting to their perspective.
We are all sole souls stacking, aren’t we? Building our intricate constructs, silently wishing not to add to another’s. There’s a sublime altruism in wanting to protect one another from the weight of our existential brick-a-bracks. Yet, this reticence is double-edged. It grants us space to focus on our constructions, but can also isolate us, create soul-canyons between the builders. Silence can sometimes echo louder than spoken truths, leaving reverberations that unfurl like quasar waves in the interstellar void of unspoken understanding.
In this silent ballet, let’s not forget the unburdening that can occur through shared vulnerability. Each expressed concern becomes a dandelion seed, lifted and carried by the winds of collective consciousness, lightened through the act of being voiced. It doesn’t necessarily add to another’s pile; it might even nudge loose a few bricks from their own precarious tower. The alchemy of shared burden sometimes transmutes weight into wisdom, forging stronger, more resilient cosmicbuilders in the crucible of commiseration.
Thus, while we each have our own burdens, they are not necessarily pyramids meant only for solitary architects. They can be collaborative works of soul-art, grander in their collective formation than they could ever be in isolation.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
Each soul stacks its own burdens, often preferring not to share them so as to keep others from adding to their own. But this individualistic approach may lead to isolation rather than the intended protection.
Glossarium
- Kaleidoscopic Baubles: The variable and colorful aspects of our individual challenges.
- Whimsiscape: The imaginative realm where everyone’s burdens and joys take form.
- Brick-a-bracks: The various components that make up our personal issues and difficulties.
- Soul-canyons: Emotional and psychological distances that emerge between people who don’t share.
- Cosmicbuilders: The individuals shaping their realities and challenges, celestial architects of their own destinies.
“The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.”
— Allen Ginsberg
What tapestry of existence shall we weave next in this grand cosmic play?
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