“I quietly gaze into the depths of a forest
and see nothing save beauty and peace.
Birdsong fills my ears.
A gentle breeze brushes against my cheek.
Seeing from inside the seeing,
I drink the dark riches of the woods.
Would it be that every day I could see
my own face so clearly in these still waters,
And meet the emptiness –
which is also my very own heart –
that is carried in the boughs of pines
and the gentle music of crickets.”
Cass Adams
Chorlton Unitarians 