If You Want to Love Me

(Or why both the chicken and the egg ARE the road)

Photo by Hannes Richter on Unsplash

If you want to love me,
love yourself first,
if you want to love yourself first,
love me.

When you understand this, oh precious one,
everything will make sense,
all doors will begin to open
all windows, all hearts, all minds,
nothing left to own but yourself,
nowhere else to go,
you having arrived a long time ago.

Here’s as simple as it gets:
love is the center of the universe,
everything revolves around it,
everything.

Einstein understood this,
one of the reasons, no doubt,
he always seemed to be
on the verge of something
or other,
his hair the only proof he needed,
that,
and his insane love for the violin.

But if perchance you should ever lose your way –
the original orbit you came here with –
and find yourself drifting into the far…