Spaces for comings
Open or shy,
Sans le savoir;
With or without words,
With or without breath;
With or without eyes,
The invitation to know
It is a mystery
How our awareness draws meaning from
Curve and angle, orifice and orb.
Our mind creates the personalities;
Endless narratives spin and swirl,
Like moving pictures on a silvery screen.
(Our awareness the light,
Our mind the lens)
We look to the face to connect,
And to know recognition.
(Perhaps most, hoping, searching
To find recognition…)
Basis for knowing.
(Screen or mirror?)
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014