What I See, What You See

When I look at you

What am I seeing?

Do I see you

Or what I expect you to be?

My brain paints a picture

And seeks evidence to make it real.

How much of all that you are

Will I completely miss?

I see beauty, strength, and wisdom.

You shine and blossom before me.

I see fear, insecurity, and judgment.

Your eyebrows crinkle, you get heavy, and pull away.

How much of what you are feeling

Is being influenced by what I am seeing?

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How do you see me?

Am I what you expect me to be?

Does what you are thinking

Push me to be someone else?

There are so many ways to be

And so many things to see.

How do I know which

Is the MOST real, the MOST me?

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Can we change what I see, what you see

To what we would like them to be?

Where two or more are gathered, who are we?

There will I be in the midst of them-even so am I in the midst of you.*

_{*translation of Mathew 18:20}