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
