Woodlights Woudlicht

You have arrived
where the forest knew you would

the roads once feared were too sharp
have softened beneath your weight
the burdens carried 
have folded into themselves
and no longer press against your chest

to speak only when the word
matches the shape of the air
to move only when the step
knows the pulse of the earth

those once tethered to
stand differently now
some are closer
some are gone
but all meet you where you stand
or they meet themselves instead

you no longer explain the light
you are the light
it curves around you
through you
without your pleading

joy rises, unbidden
and your hands do not justify it
depth is a river to float in
not a weight to lift

to have learned the rhythm
of your own becoming
waves, not ladders
space, not compromise
presence, not persuasion

and when you look back
to the days you hesitated
you see they were only the wings
you needed to open fully

now you stand
quiet and luminous
and the forest remembers you

°Woodlights Woudlicht

The truth that arrived did not announce itself
it entered like light learning the room
it stayed when seeking grew tired
potential has finished speaking
orientation has taken the voice
you know which rooms echo and which remember you
which futures are fed by love
which survive on kindness that forgot its name
it steps closer and grows precise
you learned to hold space when clarity cost warmth
you learned to listen when joy was corrected
now the body answers before the question completes
the line is felt the moment it is crossed
this is not narrowing
this is not certainty
but stance
so ask softly
where am I still living as if this truth were temporary
and feel how the answer is already standing there
waiting in your shape

°Woodlights Woudlicht

Guidance is more ember than torch

it arrives not as instruction 

but as navigation by alignment

the compass at the doorway

clarity is something that returns when stopped gripping the branch

knowing whispers

this way 

not because it is certain

but because it is true

the returning light 

the recognizing of difference between momentum and meaning

now asks nothing from you except presence 

know that something moves with you 

as you cross a threshold you have been preparing for 

longer than you realized

to be guided only by attunement

°Woodlights Woudlicht

The silent rooms taught

softening without disappearing

knowing endurance without becoming stone

the motion is not loud

it waits

until the moment opens on its own

there is a difference between surrender and trust

when the unseen understands this language

not to be separate from the sacred

it is what remains

when softness survives pressure

and refuses to become anything else

in the ultimate alignment

°Woodlights Woudlicht