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It's simple, really. I find both in the simple first hand experience in the natural world of the senses, and in the thoughts and dreams that grow from that. After years I'm beginning to see that there are faces everywhere looking back. And a poem came to me:

- for Rob

All things show their faces when we do.

All things speak when we do. 

All things appear when we do. 

The first face, the first word,
they blossom into all the others.

They all are true.

A river runs by my house, and I'm beginning to sense it there too.