cornucopia

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 tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to see 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.