Out of the woods

Like life unbottled
Pouring out
From underneath
A pricked little finger
And it all came here

The baby is crying
Yet all is so still
Be grateful
He says
All is here

Some things just fall,
And that’s it

The way is here
Look at it,
The way is here,
No rushing

Life is the background;
Play the fore
We are all looking for a place;
Only we can explore
💕

~ M. L Adams

Limitless limits

The limit grows the light
Without it there is no life
In the limit is the limitless
As the uncontrolled is controlled
What was bound is found again,
In loves pure listening 💕

~ M. L Adams