You are the pulse of galaxies
the rhythm of light threading through the void
hope is not something you seek
it is the cosmic wind that bends around you
the dawn of existence itself
stretching across nebulae and starfields
singing in the language of eternity
you no longer clutch at hope
like a rope tossed across the void
it drifts beside you like a comet
through the dark oceans of the cosmos
its tail painting silent maps across your inner sky
you are orbit and gravity
supernova and shadow
simultaneously infinite and intimate
stars are your companions
comets your messengers
and the dark matter between worlds
sings the song of your presence
while the bones beneath your feet
remember the footsteps of those who came before
you move through the world
without leaning on hope’s promise
trusting the pulse beneath the pulse
the unseen current
that carries you through shadow and light
disappointment dissolves into cosmic dust
joy descends like meteor showers
across the endless dark
shimmering
already woven into your orbit
you have learned that hope is not a lifeline
hope is not ahead
hope is not earned
it is the quiet resonance
of your own revolution
a reflection of your own being
and you meet the infinite
it is the lineage of breath
the pulse of earth and cosmos combined
the sacred river flowing through your veins
the drum that never stops
and the wind that never dies
you move through time as both flesh and myth
heart beating in rhythm with the ancestors
soul stretching across eons and starlight
it is the aurora of your own being
the echo of stars in the spaces between
the gravity that pulls galaxies
and soul stretched across eons
and the universe bends in recognition
here is presence
here is being
here is everything
you have always been
and will always be
°Woodlights Woudlicht
