A teacup without emptiness
Is like a bird without sky
Caught up some where
With nowhere to fly
Lost in its ownness
Trying to get by
With nothing to trust in
No wind and no sky,
When a teacup has emptiness
The bird can again fly
Free in it’s trusting
In the oneness of it’s own flight ❤
~ M.L Adams
Journeys in Writing 