Love means to learn to look at yourself 
The way one looks at distant things 
For you are only one thing among many. 
A bird and a tree say to her: Friend. 
Who serves best doesn’t always understand. 
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness. 
And whoever sees that way heals her heart,
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
(a poem by Czeslaw Milosz for you on this holiday.
with thanks to David Young and friends.)
No Gate No Lock 
Thanks for that
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