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Faces,
Interfaces,
Spaces for comings
And goings.
Open or shy,
Averted,
Concentrated,
Concerned,
Observant,
Sans le savoir;
All speak.
With or without words,
With or without breath;
All invite.
With or without eyes,
The invitation to know
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It is a mystery
How our awareness draws meaning from
Curve and angle, orifice and orb.
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Our mind creates the personalities;
Endless narratives spin and swirl,
Like moving pictures on a silvery screen.
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(Our awareness the light,
Our mind the lens)
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We look to the face to connect,
To relate,
To recognize,
And to know recognition.
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(Perhaps most, hoping, searching
To find recognition…)
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Faces,
Interfaces,
Basis for knowing.
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(Screen or mirror?)
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014
Forest Garden 
Love the kitties 🙂
So do we 😉
Beautiful pictures!! 🙂
Thank you, Michael Hope you both are well. WG
So beautiful, WG. I laughed when I saw the robin leaning around the irises as if to say, “Who’s there?”
😉 Thank you, Robin! Hope you are enjoying this beautiful weekend, and not working too hard. WG
What a beautiful daffodil. It does indeed have a face.
Thank you, Barbara. Best wishes, WG
Beautiful and true!