The Innocence of Love of Self

Dwelling in the court of the inner-sanctum of contemplation, sage mind of jurisprudence charged my heart with abject neglect; not of cherished others, but of myself: collectively, me and I. It is written that we must love others as we love ourselves; furthermore, that we should love each other as the Author of love has. Can the mind be greater than the heart? Or am I forced to take the fifth, lest I self incriminate me; subjecting the heart to becoming a pawn in the jury of mind. For so long, in innocence, I’ve been guilty of backwards love leaving self-love collecting dust of the shelf of self. Me, myself, and I have been for so long, strangers to each other; each giving unto others that love God has sanctioned that we should give our self. To err is human; to forgive, divine. Are not me, myself, and I not worthy of earthly divinity? Forgive me, self; forgive me… little did I know…self love needs no defence; neither does self-love needs acquittal for being guilty of purpose: Loving the who I am; loving who I’ve always been; loving who I’ll always be. Welcome home, you; me, myself, and I have dearly missed you.