Today on Valentine’s Day, I am thinking about the expansiveness of love.

This poem felt like the right one to share today.

Love, by Czeslaw Milosz

Love means to look at yourselfthe way one looks at distant thingsfor 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 thingsso 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.

in love, care and tenderness

naomi

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