To walk the shadow lands of being
existence stretches itself into an endless field of all and nothing
being present in both
and all the while breathing
into now
landscapes tremble
the ancient sighs silent whispers
sacredness presenting itself as ever omnipresent
ever old
ever new
taking in
all the colors of dusk and dawn
dissolving
yielding
in the numinous lands
being all and nothing
but above all
breathing
love
°Woodlights Woudlicht
