Step softly
the ground remembers your name
not the one you carry aloud
but the one pressed into marrow
by those who came before
they whisper through the bones
through the shadows of your young days
through the echoes of nights
you thought were empty
memory is not still
it moves like rivers beneath ice
like fire in roots
like wind through leaves that have long fallen
do not fear what you forgot
it has been waiting
learning to recognize you
every story, every grief, every laughter
folds into the chest of the world
and you are the hand that opens it
touch the dust and feel it rise
as vision
touch the silence and hear it speak
as song
you are not merely remembering
you are becoming the archive
every step, every breath, every shadowed glance
adds a page to the living text
that moves beneath your skin
remembering is not a thing
it is a pulse
a river
a fire folded into your spine
follow it without thought
follow it without fear
let it lead you
through thresholds
through doors that do not exist
through the quiet corridors
of what has always been
a part of you
will have traveled beyond time
a part of you
will carry the fire
of all who came before
breathe
let remembrance settle
like dew on your bones
you are not alone
you have never been alone
every step, every shadow, every heartbeat
remembers you
when you walk in this world
do not forget
to remember is to honor
to honor is to live
to live is to light the old flame
that has been waiting
for your hand to strike it anew
it will light your path
when dawn cannot
and it will whisper
you are never alone
and loved beyond measure
°Woodlights Woudlicht
