How does one stand as a man
Backbone like steel
Bent over like a willow
Crying like a river
Rushing to the sea
In water there is a strength
Not even the firmest shores
Can withstand.
I know little of manhood
But what I know of womanhood
Suggests
That on your face
is etched
The beauties of the world
Reflecting itself back to itself
In your mind
The greatest chance She has
To become known
And that you will never see it
Not on your face
Which can never see itself
Not really.
Only in reverse, only backwards
do mirrors so deftly deceive us.
Only through the eyes
Of the other
Who looks
and looks at you, who sees you.
and when they pass
you look out
and others maybe
see the one who looked at you
looking at them.
To be grown:
To look
And be seen
To not loose yourself in the looking
In the reflections of those
Who mirror you shape you change you
But instead
letting the Presence
Practice the Art of Seeing.
To stand when a man
is at times
to bend and
to see
and be seen
and then to know
how to straighten
still seeing.
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