Self expression and being yourself in online dating, proper manners, sado-masochism, cheap sound boxes, student guitars, Wu-wei relationships, pretending to know what you want and a couple of poems:

If the idol manifests her face, swallow it like a mirror;

and if she leaves her hair open, become a comb, become a comb.

~ Rumi

at times I am the Tar;

at times I am the Harp;

incessantly

Since your love has been playing;

~Rumi

You pick and

my whole being

incessantly

rises to the heavens;

~Rumi

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

Whatever I see I swallow immediately

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful‚

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

~Sylvia Plath

The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection;

The water has no mind to retain their image.

~A Zen poem