You are made of waters that remember every moon
a softness that listens even in silence
a mirror that feels before it sees
and so you waver
not from weakness
but from carrying too many worlds at once
your fire longs for the far horizon
for the unbound breath
visions rise through you
like mist remembering the sea
and still you fear
the shimmer you carry
but the dark you trace
is only a threshold
and the doubts you cradle
are only echoes
of light not yet born
when the veil shimmers
you mistake the light for flaw
the shadow for truth
such is the gift
and the ache
of seeing what is
not yet real
your fear is a river
that carries seeds of knowing
do not dam it
do not name it
drink from it
let it teach your body
what the mind cannot hold
shadows are your allies
they curve around you like fire
shaping the hollow places
where light will later rest
in the depths beneath your depths
you sift every echo
every pulse
every unspoken tremor
no wonder the mind circles
it is searching
for a door it already holds
let the questions fall
let the visions rest
let the inner tide return
to its own name
you are remembered
before you remember yourself
you are not here to prove
you are here to remember
and in remembering
you rise
in love
°Woodlights Woudlicht
