The Eye of the Beholder
by Effe Samara
You believe you are yourself,
but in my house,
you are but a projection
of my eyes,
of my mind.
This may disturb you, but
it could be my version of you
is kinder and more beautiful than your
version of you.
On the other hand,
birds maintain their selfness.
My mind cannot reach into the mind of a bird
to find myself.
Nor can I reach into the rocks and dirt
of a mountain
to give it any other quality
than that which it contains in itself.
It is the likeness between you and me,
that familiarity of mind and motive,
which allows me to find myself in you.
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