Answer:
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.