The Invisible Woman Poem by Saiom Shriver

More subtle is invisible
Unseen greater than the seen
High notes are soft but higher go
Jesus washed His disciples' feet.

Yond ego's pale
she left no tracks
Turned so fast she
seemed not to move.

The child in man
do women feed
for what is it
love has to prove

Who is the prime minister of love?
Who the president of caring?
Who the chief exec of Kind?
Who the highest head of sharing?

Male pyramids melt
in female fire.
Mens' skyscrapers stop
where women's sky begins.

Who advertise
the soul in their eyes?
What anonymous saints
do we immortalize?

Some day master learns
the faithful servant
was his guru..
Male foam wake of ocean liner
riding on a female sea.

Male speech echoes
in mate's silence
Soundless quiet which
holds all beings

(to Constantina Salamone, lifetime worker for the rights
of women)
(The writer believes that we go back and forth between
male and female incarnations.)
(This poem is about the male principle, not about the hundreds
of millions of individually conscious men)