Flower by Martin Sproul

This is the first in a series of posts about self-remembering and self-recognition.  The work of George Gurdjieff, A. H. Almaas (Hameed Ali) and Faisal Muqaddam, among others, will be explored.  But first a poem by Derek Walcott that speaks so beautifully to the subject.


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
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.

256px-Derek_WalcottDerek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-2013, p.227 (Farrar, Strauss and Giroux 2014).  For more on Walcott, winner of the 1992 Nobel prize for literature, see this wikipedia article.


With gratitude to Miriam Iosupovici for sharing this wonderful poem with friends, and to Martin Sproul for permission to use his photo.