Something ancient has stirred you
you sense it in the pauses
in how what once demanded your tending
now drifts away without resistance
the stars offer not answers
but stillness
and in that silence
your inner dwelling remembers
the spine’s uprightness
the heart’s knowing
of what is not yours to carry
you no longer arrange yourself to be legible
breath trusts its own timing
completion arrives without ceremony
freedom and belonging bow to one another
in a language older than choice
you may go without severing
remain without fading
your mind, a roaming constellation
finds its axis
when it speaks
it is aligned, weighted with sky
so you honour this clearing
this gentle eclipse of what no longer orbits you
choosing the gravity that remembers you
you move forward, deeper into coherence
accompanied by those behind
by those beyond
by the infinite intelligence of the cosmos itself
limitless, luminous, held
°Woodlights Woudlicht
