Until the whole self is purified
may it burn all
that does not belong
that does not serve the whole
to render home in the cosmic blueprint
the balance of what is
torn from what was only holding on
exploring what lies beneath the illusions
fathoming the faults
rendering death gently to the core’s light
understanding the architect of life is one’s own
at the still point of the unseen
seek for the transformers of existence
into abundance
measuring the illusion of scarcity
into nothingness
fly along with them
and ground the very soul of you
along the lines of the sun
touching base
manifesting what you brought from eons gone
°Woodlights Woudlicht