Woodlights Woudlicht

Something in the air is undoing old spells
with quiet enchantment
what once clung to you like a vow
begins to loosen
threads of invisible binding
unraveling at your fingertips
there comes a season
when old armor grows heavy
because the war it was forged for
has already ended
you walk through days that feel slightly unreal
as though the world has been repainted while you slept
it is as if something sacred has begun
rearranging the landscape of your life
you are no longer being asked to carry everything
only what answers when you call it by its true name
and in that narrowing
something vast begins to breathe
a deeper magic gathers
ancient
exact
unhurried
it does not ask you to become more
it asks you to become true
and as you shed what no longer recognizes you
something immense stirs awake at your center
a quiet power
returning from exile
remembering it was only waiting
the spell is not upon you anymore
it is you
°Woodlights Woudlicht

There is a seam in reality
where time forgets its edges
and light hesitates
before becoming form
dust drifts through the brightness
like memory deciding whether to remain
it levitates in slow obedience
to an unseen softness
as if reminiscence itself has turned translucent
something ancient has loosened its grip
with the quiet surrender
of a spell that has completed its telling
yet forgotten to carry the silence away
you notice it first in the small things
the way your breath
no longer argues with itself
the way you are no longer held
in the geometry of breaking
instead there is a drifting between thresholds
a luminous unknowing
where endings dissolve
before they can declare themselves complete
even sorrow begins to forget its posture
nothing is restored in the way closure promises restoration
it is stranger than that
it is the pause after transformation
when the shape has changed
but has not yet learned how to be seen
beyond the edge of perception
old patterns unravel themselves
like tides that no longer remember
why they were called to return
and in this in-between
woven from starlit stillness
something within you is being rewritten
without ink without witness
without a name
only the faint shimmer of becoming
learning at last
how to exist
without resistance
°Woodlights Woudlicht

So here we are now
at the edge of a thought still forming
where the air itself seems to listen
for what you will become
a subtle restlessness moves through your days
bending words, shifting meaning
turning certainty into doorways
opening paths where none were before
you carry a voice that remembers
what it has not yet said
where knowing and believing are the same breath
now everything begins to open
in the space between you and others
nothing fixed, everything alive
what once pulled you apart
becomes the key in your hands
so do not resist the change
lean into the shifting
you are the crossing itself
the bridge woven of question and echo
between past and possibility
between stillness and change
between the voice you have known
and the one now breaking through
so let the ground shift
let the unexpected speak
there is no edge to this becoming
only widening circles of now
only the endless moment
learning your shape
only expansion
only unfolding inside the invisible
only this limitless moment
where you realize
you were never meant to arrive
only to become
only to be love
°Woodlights Woudlicht

I have drifted among constellations
met all the wild ones
left illusions at every door
I felt broken lost and totally shattered
even my bones learned to breathe
the dust off
I surrendered into oblivion
and while pain swallowed me whole
something still reached for me
a gentle pull from nowhere
a faint thread winding itself around me
a spark
a pulse
the quiet insistence to keep moving
to speak the soft prophecy
that love
will gather us home again
°Woodlights Woudlicht