Month: November 2025

Whisper unto me
what your soul is breathing into the unseen
and I shall lift it into the trembling skies

your name etched in the hush before sunrise

and when your longing rises a tide of unspoken questions
I will lean into the chambers of your heart
and murmur

you remember
you remember
you have always remembered

why you came to walk this tapestry of soft light and deepening dusk

but just to make sure 

I will lay your breathing 

before the keepers of the realms

so you will arrive once more

and your arrival will be known

by love

°Woodlights Woudlicht

Sit with the pulse of yourself
sense the life that courses through you
face the shadow 

step into it

let it teach you

the currents that shape you
to love without measure
to risk without guarantee
let your wounds open you
let your being be your vow
to the life that waits beyond your knowing
illuminating the path
where only courage and presence dwell

will you carry this fire into every breath?

will you swear on it all?

will you stay and expand?

°Woodlights Woudlicht

A hush gathers in the chamber
nested behind your ribs
where shadowed waters wait
for your reflection
each thought released
returns with a mirrored eye
inquiring softly
does this belong to you?
you wander among selves
you once abandoned
forgotten prayers
voices you never truly buried
they rise from the silt
like seeds of forgotten constellations 
asking not to be chosen
but to be held
at the same time
tread gently with words
in this permeable hour
the world echoes
with unvarnished truth
motion answers instantly
as if the veil has grown thin enough
for even a whisper
to tilt the room
the inner searcher wakes
dusting fingerprints
on every impulse
tracing the lineage
of your fears
back to the ancient hands
that first taught you
the weight of silence
soon
a new fire lifts its head
a widening
a compass unclasping
but expansion now has edges
softly patrolled by discernment
the old urge to run forward
is tempered by the wisdom
that clarity scatters
when assumptions speak too loudly
even freedom has boundaries
when the map redraws itself mid-journey
and still the invitation remains
unfurl the grip
let the unseen steer
allow the wind
to rewrite your certainty
faith is opening your hands
before you know
what will land
°Woodlights Woudlicht

Of all these times

you chose this one

the one that would rip you apart in pieces

scattered 

all over the place

grasping your breath and your bones

as a prayer to the stars

demanding your kneeling down 

with your arms wide open

on the sacred grounds

in a yielding

that senses like surrender

but in reality 

brings you back 

more than ever

to the true

the real

and the honestly divine

to the deepest healing

of the core

of who you are

°Woodlights Woudlicht

A reminder.

Light is within and definitely around the corner. Keep hanging on.