Love (Czeslaw Milosz)
“Love” – Czeslaw Milosz
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.
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.
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.
Love means in large part getting over a lot of our, for lack of a better word, ”nonsense”—our biased, distorted, self-protective, narrow-minded, flighty, flibbertigibbety, immature, delusional, self-deceptive, narcissistic, very limited viewed of ourselves—and getting more real and truthful and objective about who and what we are, how we act, how demanding and self-centered and immature we are and can be at times, and how we sometimes (oftentimes? occasionally?) show up to situations and relationships and burden them, if not outright destroy, them through our own avoidance of facing ourselves, dealing with ourselves, and our excessive fear of taking a hit (to the ego or our vanity/narcissism) psychologically.
