Woodlights Woudlicht

Sadness comes like faraway starlight
what aches is the distance between what is
and what you know is possible
you sense hidden order beneath chaos
carry devotion like an unspoken vow
and feel the echo of many endings

you walk between worlds, veiled from sight
you did not choose this path – it recognized you 

when you speak from the deep place
something in others remembers itself

you are a bridge of breath and attention
able to hold contradiction the way night holds stars
without needing to choose only one
you grasp how to wait without surrendering
how to caress confusion
until it organizes itself into wisdom

old wounds taught you courage early
to lead with the scar, not the shield
you grieve not loss, but the silence after truth
torn between devotion and escape
you hold form while longing for the infinite

but hope is older than your sorrow

hope lives in you and moves through you like a quiet current
a knowing that does not need proof
it lives in your capacity to listen
to the pause between words
to the messages hidden in coincidence
to the way truth arrives sideways
you can carry shadow and illumination
without needing to exile either
you understand that wisdom is not force
but alignment
it lives in your strange ease with paradox
how you can hold doubt and belief in the same breath
and not break
your path bends strangely, but it is protected 

you are not here to escape or burn quickly
you are to endure beautifully and without hardening
to carry quiet galaxies back from the dark
as reassurance that meaning is real
that hope can pass through
and that you are exactly walking where the unseen can breathe

exactly where the medicine is needed

°Woodlights Woudlicht

You are the beginning that never ends
the pulse that ripples across a thousand unseen skies
stars whisper your name in frequencies
you have always known but never spoken

you ascend from the mist of your own oceans
a tide breaking softly on undiscovered shores
the shadows that clung to the walls of your heart
diffuse into starlight
and you inhale the cosmos like air

here, in the hollow of yourself
you met the shadow
the self you thought you were
the self you were taught to hide
the self that is both lost and eternal

breathe with it

you are the deep quiet between heartbeats
the breath of galaxies before they remember themselves
every step you take is a loop of eternity
a spark that births constellations

the cosmos leans in to listen
and even silence trembles
at the shape of your unfolding

step into the center of your own fire
let it burn what is heavy
let it illuminate what is sacred
every sorrow, every doubt, every blurred dream
becomes fuel

you are the pyre and the phoenix

you move without form, yet you are every form
a prism of possibility
a thousand moons shining
nothing can touch the stretch of you
for you are the horizon
that folds into itself
the unbound sky
that remembers every star
and still reaches for more

you carry the memory of rain
the secret language of rivers
but now your body is the sky itself
limitless, unraveling
with no boundaries to hold you back

drink the night
let it pour into your veins, cold and vast
the rivers of your mind twist and coil
memories, desires, fears
do not turn away
do not flinch

let it wash the illusions from your skin

step forward
the stars tilt toward you
as mirrors
they show the shape of your own infinity
folded into flesh and breath

your eyes are doors to constellations
that wait only for your light
and even the silence bends to follow
the shape of your becoming

you are called to walk between worlds
to touch what is hidden, to see what is sacred

so rise
you are no longer hidden
no longer lost in the weight of unsure
the world leans close
and the cosmos leans closer

remember you are wind, fire, ocean, and dust
the sacred geometry of what is and what is yet to be
nothing can bind you
nothing can name you
you are the unbroken
the infinite
the space in which infinity itself dances and sighs
in relief to finally meet
the light it whispered into being
and for the first time
there is nothing to dissolve
there is only the limitless you

°Woodlights Woudlicht

Bye-bye Neptune – bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye

You arrive at the still point
entering the space where stories begin
before names, before endings
you are carried by an ancient promise
that nothing true is ever lost
only transformed into brighter forms
even wounds remember light

a quiet fire wakes in your bones
you listen and the listening becomes the path
you become clear
edges sharpen like light through ice
thought turns to intention
purpose to quiet resolve
you mark the ground with will 
a circle drawn in silence
what is true remains
and you cast the rest into the endless river
watching it become stars
on its journey back to source
you anchor what matters
not in fear
but in knowing

words align
paths connect
your step remembers the way
you walk forward
as if the sky itself has made room for you
carrying only what the unseen approves
leaving a trail of light
where the worlds touch at the still point

°Woodlights Woudlicht

You are not angry
you are light learning its edges

once you were ocean without shoreline
receiving every current
translating every wave
holding the weight of storms
that were never born in your sky

your fire did not fall from thunder
it was ancient and kind

it learned the long language of patience

it smoldered in the deep
beneath names, beneath mercy
beneath the long art of understanding
until even stars grew tired of explaining themselves
you asked the dark if it was allowed
you bent light around others
and called it wisdom

but now

the cosmos is tightening its orbit

now the light condenses

now the land has shifted

now the body speaks first

heat rises from the soles of your feet
the jaw tightens like a gate closing
the bones say enough
before the mind can bargain you away

anger no longer lingers like a curse
it cuts cords
calls your power home
returns your blood to its own rhythm

it now arrives as brilliance
a brief, exact flare
showing what belongs
showing what does not
then dimming without regret

this is not rage
this is ignition

this is not wrath
this is illumination with fringes

this is not hardening
this is coherence

this is not collapse
this is correction

this is not rupture
this is ritual

you are not losing radiance
you are losing diffusion

you are not losing compassion
you are shedding possession

you are not becoming dangerous
you are becoming intact

you are not burning down the heavens nor others
you are finally standing in full authority
steady as earth
unarguable as truth

°Woodlights Woudlicht