poem

Love means to learn to look at yourself

The way one looks at distant things

For you are only one 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.

czeslaw milosz

p/s: ziz, you should remember the location. and cuili, what a poem...needs little explaining and still, so quiet and true. I like it very much. thanks =)