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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.
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posted November 12, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Love After Love was absolutely beautiful! I have not arrived to greet myself yet but I am hovering at the “door”. It is with absolute excitement and joy that I anticipate this greeting. I was wondering about what used to be called the “inner self” during the deluge of New Age media. When I have a problem I look inward and I actually ask–”Are you there?” the response is “I have always been here” I then ask my questions through my thoughts and poor out my heart. What happens when I ask advice is that I get immediate responses even faster than it seems I could think it–all in sentence form but through thought-it is truly as if I am getting advice from someone that is me but wiser. To be clear–I don’t hear the response and its not like the “voices in my head ” idea—I get sound advice not always seeing my side as right but I always feel at peace afterwards. Do I pray–yes but this is different. On a tangent but related–I have a mental picture of what “I” look like–the inner me? the real me?- not sure but definitely the wiser me with inner peace–my hair is red and flowing and I am wearing some sort of lightweight dress maybe gauze with long sleeves and no shoes. Does anyone else ever feel like there is an inner self and “feel” what they look like. Perhaps we need not search for a soulmate–perhaps we are our own.
posted November 13, 2009 at 4:20 am
Hello
This is very good post.Its very well written with good words and I have like to read it.I can say that its perfect a loverly poem.Thank you very much for sharing this with us.
posted November 13, 2009 at 10:16 am
Beautiful and inspiring poem! Yes, Gwendolyn, I “feel” my inner self, too. I dress a little different but the reality is the same. I have been to the door, mirror, etc…It has been a long hard, enlightening and empowering journey. My conscious journey began with a medical diagnosis that “rewrote” me as I perceived myself, altered how others saw and responded to me. This has been the most wonderful crisis. In dealing with my issue I had to find myself – my inner self. I became more than my body and let go of “society’s” ornamentation and expectations. When I finally opened the door, fresh life was blown in and I found my soul. I have found a pretty incredible person whom I consciously “trust”, love, accept and respect. With that knowledge and belief, I am now able to love more, accept more, tolerate more and live more NOW. Good luck on your journey….
posted November 13, 2009 at 4:58 pm
Thank you Deb for your words of inspiration and good wishes–I love the idea of “fresh life blowing in when you opened the door”. I know everyones journey is unique and I spend no time wishing mine were different than it is although I may have altered a few footsteps I had taken. I look forward to getting to that door and then being ready to open it–again I thank you!
posted November 14, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Thank you, Derek. I have spent my life taking care of everyone else, even as a child. I am just beginning to like to spend time with myself. It gets easier each day and I think that someday…I might just be okay!! I have named your wonderful writing, “Rock On” because those are the first words that came to my mind. I shall.