October 3rd, 2012

Heart Happy - Poetry

Thank you tocathy_edgett



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 ~

Heart Happy - Poetry

Thoughts While Reading Czeslaw Milosz' "Love"

I needed my self too much to love the world
and disliked the world too much to love God
and felt the loss of both in an aching gut.
and would not or could not ease the pain.

Why did i think i need myself so much?
was it because i thought my self was me?
well, wasn't it?  What else could it have been?
Wasn't i the source of my thoughts? the locus of my pain?
What else could i be but me?

And am i not the center of all things?
Does not the universe reach out
from a spot just between my eyes
for exactly fourteen billion light years in infinite directions,
and return to me, silent, empty and subdued?

But i am wrong
So narrow, narrow minded and unsouled.
so blind to the real beyond phenomena,
so trapped in language, culture, history and self.
So unaware -- i know not what i serve or who.
And i will pass like grass at season's end,
and die like the bird and like the tree.

But if there is love all bets are off.
the universe expends and shrinks
a light year may be an inch
and eternity a nanosecond
and i still know  not who or what i serve..
But i am slowly, slowly learning how.