Come to these grounds of love
the shelter to be harbored in
in the depths of your being
protected by the most pervasive of all
leaking stardust through your veins
tasting the salt
whispering the words
hold on, hold on
breathing centuries of life
in a circle of light
ever guiding
by the sacred knowing
the ultimate wisdom
to be
and go forth
°Woodlights Woudlicht