Love
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills--
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness,
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.
-- Czeslaw Milosz
Love 2060
New sand, shallow footprints
Record time days ago, and
Footprints made in ages past there,
Buried deep, but there.
Vista from the mountain
Extends far beyond reach
Yet even distant mountains are there
Painted horizon blue by desert sun.
A breeze wafts by and
Carries faintest odor of cedar smoke
Invisible, but there,
As is love.
Decades from now
Distant vistas will be past
Memories will be cedar smoke
And love, yes Love, is here.
- LR
Erin and Josh - Thank you for sharing your
joy.
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