Ever held a Mirror...

Ever held a mirror and stared at the stranger you see…happens all the time…I pass a mirror in a hotel lobby or glance up and see myself in an auto’s side mirror…and I’m usually taken aback…that’s not me…no…not me…I look different…I don’t look that serious…I’ve always got a smile on…my eyes have a sparkle…who’s this person looking back at me with equal surprise…not me…
Its so strange how differently the mind looks at me as compared to the eyes…the eyes that look at life through soft blurred lenses, look at me so harshly…so correctly…making no concessions…
And the mind, that dismisses eye’s of happy view of life with a slap of reality, looks at me so kindly…builds me up to look like someone in a painting…overlooking my flaws…focusing on my beauty…
If my eyes are my outward view…and my mind is the eyes to my inside…what do I look like…from who’s perspective must I see me…