Unbinding the entanglement of illusion
the stories we tell unto ourselves
the fear we listen to
the mirage we are shown as mist in our existence
delusion of so-called reality
the wanderings of the mind of what is and what is not
all the while
expanding matter into meaning
deriving meaning out of matter
wiping it all off the table
when love walks in
°Woodlights Woudlicht
