A hush gathers in the chamber
nested behind your ribs
where shadowed waters wait
for your reflection
each thought released
returns with a mirrored eye
inquiring softly
does this belong to you?
you wander among selves
you once abandoned
forgotten prayers
voices you never truly buried
they rise from the silt
like seeds of forgotten constellations
asking not to be chosen
but to be held
at the same time
tread gently with words
in this permeable hour
the world echoes
with unvarnished truth
motion answers instantly
as if the veil has grown thin enough
for even a whisper
to tilt the room
the inner searcher wakes
dusting fingerprints
on every impulse
tracing the lineage
of your fears
back to the ancient hands
that first taught you
the weight of silence
soon
a new fire lifts its head
a widening
a compass unclasping
but expansion now has edges
softly patrolled by discernment
the old urge to run forward
is tempered by the wisdom
that clarity scatters
when assumptions speak too loudly
even freedom has boundaries
when the map redraws itself mid-journey
and still the invitation remains
unfurl the grip
let the unseen steer
allow the wind
to rewrite your certainty
faith is opening your hands
before you know
what will land
°Woodlights Woudlicht
