How can it be selfish to gaze
at the beauty of your own soul?
Countless raindrops contain the sun.
We fall in love with one reflection.
A dragonfly has mirror wings.
Your eyes show friend and foe alike
how all hearts sparkle with
outrageous splendor.
Can you give a kiss
that you have not received
from your own breath?
Can you offer the flower
of the Imperishable
if you have not found the seed
in the furrow of your missing rib?
Let the grace of who you are
teach you what to look for
in every stranger.
Now be honest, friend.
There really are no strangers,
only You and I.