Love After Love

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 your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,

Peel your image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life. 

 by Derek Walcott

Sunset by PineForest

This poem by Derek Walcott opened up a deep realisation that I had since childhood. The search for self  has masqueraded as the search for god, the meaning of life, the holy grail, and the questions of; 

Where I come from, 

What I am doing here and 

Where am I going after life?

When the first and most pertinent question has always been; Who Am I?

The answer to the first question is like the key that will unlock all other questions.

Perhaps the essay that this inspired me to write in my next post might shed light onto my thoughts and feelings on the idea of love.