I didn’t see, I didn’t know
How could I see,
With eyes so tightly closed,
Blinded by falsehood,
Not knowing the only truth,
In that which was always here,
The existence underneath
In thanking you so,
My eyes fill with tears,
What a beautiful thing,
All that is right here
What a beautiful journey
To become all that’s here,
In truth, in all that is; in all existence underneath
~ M. L Adams
Journeys in Writing 