Love after Love
The time will come
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 yourself.
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.
I went on a fascinating mindfulness course yesterday at The Mindfulness Project in London and this poem was in our handout. It really impacts on me, I will have to read it a few times to really take it in. What a wonderful sentiment.
Ailsa Brims Art 
Hi Ailsa, The photograph and the poem here really moved me. It’s just beautiful.
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Self-love is the hardest of all to master
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