The time will comeBlessings,
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Roger
I think it was Roshi Ed Brown who read this poem at the end of a day-long retreat and it made me cry. It's tragic the way we miss truly loving ourselves (which requires radical acceptance and forgiveness) and stand in awe of this consiousness that we ARE.
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