Of itself so

The writing writes itself,

The painting paints itself

It is of itself so,

The movement moves itself

The way water flows through a well,

It is of itself so,



Of itself so

There is nothing

There is something,

Of itself so ♡

~ M.L Adams



Moving past

Moving past the past

To reach beyond the shore,

And now we are here

Simply free to explore

In a place where secrets are found,

The grandparents are young,

Warriors are free;

To play and move freely

Love is everywhere;

We are here ♡

~ M. L Adams