There is a secret river beneath every life
flowing with starlight no darkness can keep
it gathers forgotten tears and fallen dreams
and turns them into beacons guiding along the unseen trail
there are paths that open only when the old self is surrendered
like smoke returning to sky after the burning of certainty
the heart learns that not every breaking is destruction
some fractures are windows
through which eternity and wholeness enter
teaching that fearlessness and gentleness are one
when the winds of change scatter life as is
hidden constellations appear within the soul
love arrives as wings
asking only the brave to remain true
placing wonder inside ordinary days
reminding
every encounter is a sacred mirror
every ending a hidden gate
every wound a passage through which compassion is born
the deepest journeys are never measured by distance
but by how much of the night is refined into dawn
the greatest magic is this
nothing truly belongs to time except what was given away
the kindness that healed
the courage that remained
and the light carried so faithfully
that others remembered their own
that is when love becomes a presence no absence can erase
°Woodlight Woudlicht
