Soul and Feather

Compare the weight of the soul to a feather
Yours or mine would matter little
We are only human

It is the fate of man to suffer, as the Buddha told us
All life is just that
But where does that lead us?

To the truth, some would say
To Unknowing, others
Perhaps suffering is nothing more than itself

Perhaps it is unwise to agonize over the destruction of monuments to our past
Or the future of our unborn generations who have no say
Perhaps it is only a burning forest or a new highway

Tara will disappear along with our trees and nothing will be the same
But nothing is ever the same
And there is nothing new under the sun

Only man’s suffering over the loss of his past and his future
Can influence the weight of his heart against the feather of Truth
It is that suffering that can alter the balance