Meeting

How can it be selfish to gaze
into the beauty of your own soul?
Countless raindrops contain the sun.
We all fall in love with one reflection.
This dragonfly has mirror wings.
Friend and foe alike see in your eyes
the same 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 its 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.