The poem
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 a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use 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.
When we look at a tree grown crooked by the wind, we mostly do not judge, we appreciate the dance of strength and elements. May we do the same with ourselves and each other.