I have a choice: I love my neighbor as
myself, or love not one, not even
self. To love my neighbor, I will love
myself, yet there is more: I must be seen
by others as a neighbor for my love
to be received, and I must love my fellow
man for my words to be believed. For as
I give, I also get. Like body smells
exchanged in the embrace, or tones in jazz
that trade their lines–a gentle harmony;
an open dance of handshakes, reverent hugs,
and people wishing one another well.
“Now do to them as you yourself desire!”
Is what emerges from Love’s holy fire.