Faces of Life
Looking at the faces of the past, present and future, I see wonders of what has been and what is to come. Faces of life different in some way, but all really the same. The young and the old working together for the greater part of the whole. Both asking, are we really all that different, yet still insisting that we are. Someday we all will understanding the true meaning, as we see our own faces of life.

A SINGLE RED ROSE A SINGLE RED ROSE STANDS ALONE WITH NO ONE TO SEE IT'S BEAUTY. NO WATER FOR IT'S THIRST FOR COMPANIONSHIP. HUNGRY FOR LOVE, SLOWLY DIEING IN THE SHADOW OF IT'S OWN EMPTINESS, OF IT'S OWN REALITY. UNLIKE THE ROSE, WE DO NOT STAND ALONE, THIRSTING FOR COMPANIONSHIP, HUNGRY FOR THE LOVE WE ONCE HAD. WE ARE SLOWLY DIEING IN THE SHADOW OF OUR OWN REALITY, IN THE MIRAGE THAT WE HAVE CREATED.