A poem by Rumi

What else are mirrors meant for then
But so each knows himself from other men!’
Your mirrors show the husk and not the kernel;
The soul-revealing mirror is eternal:
This mirror for the soul is the saint’s face,
The one who is beyond all time and space—
‘Heart, seek a mirror of this type!’ I’d scream,
‘Reach for the ocean, and not a mere stream!”

Rumi