Category: Crystal Grid

I do not love lightly
I gather moments like stones
weigh them in my palm
until they speak their true name

sometimes my heart is a door
opening in opposite directions at once
wind enters
fire enters
holy stilness remains answering in sacred tongues 

I have known the tremor of almost-belonging
the electric edge of standing close
to what could change me forever
still, I stand
still, I build
refusing cages even made of gold light

I am learning the language
of holding and letting go
in the same breath

those who meet me
sense an ancient practice of becoming
through a thousand unfinished beginnings
I do not love lightly

yet I love 

as love is the only thing 

I know to be true

°Woodlights Woudlicht

Somewhere in this infinity

the ending is present

the beginning too

like a circled map

forever here

yet still evolving elsewhere

like the skies

like your soul

like eternity in a single breath of air

so when you rise

know there is nothing to fear

nothing to lose

know that all is there

waiting for you

to awaken

to yourself

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Step into the shadow 

where time thins and the edges of all things ripple

just let the world drift away

breathe with the whispered currents

for your self is alive

a bridge between what was and what is possible

a living threshold where your own unfolding lights the way

for what is still forming in the realms

you do not need to shine or give

you do not need to move

even in stillness

the pulse of becoming flows

and the unseen paths gather their strength for you

here

in the shelter of your own presence

suspended between leaving and arriving

know that you are held

you are whole 

and you are enough

so just let the world drift away for today

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To be human here

is to stand where certainty collapses

to call that edge possibility

and to name it home

to break 

and from the fracture

let light organize itself into a new form

it is to be made of longing and laughter

of fierce beginnings

and quiet forgiveness

to build strong walls

then open all the windows

to want truth that burns

and love that lasts

to be human here

is carrying ancient stories in your pockets

while daring to write new ones from realms unknown

with ink that smudges in the rain

it is being guided

without a map

it is to walk forward

as if the stars are not distant 

but answering

and they do

they always do answer

°Woodlights Woudlicht