Watching the Wind

Watching the wind,

Rushing

Silently,

Blowing,

Between everything

Bringing the invisible to visible,

Flowing through everything

Now loudly

Now hiding

Connecting to all things,

Where nothing is missed;

All things exist

~ M. L Adams

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
πŸ’•

~ M. L Adams

Just is

No this or that
Just is
No love or hate
Good or bad,
Just is
Coming or going,
Labelling, not labelling
This or that;
All here,
Here
Just as it is,
No name
No way,
Just is
What is, is here,
It just is
Here,
Just here
Being;
Pure being,
Here
As it is

~ M. L Adams

Loving deeply

Loving you so deeply
Beyond logical understanding,
Where transcendence is nearing
All choices are disappearing,
Only truth unfolds,
Such pure beauty here appearing
Nothing else compares to this
Such beauty from deep within
πŸ’•

~ M. L Adams