Inside the softness of life
to remember the warmth of the breaths taken
the whispers of existence
the light that emanates
the lives lived and lived again
to not belong to oneself
to not be oneself
to be pieces of reminiscences
parts of love born in times unknown
to be from places undiscovered to the age of which to grow into now
to be from worlds beyond
within the knowing, the white, the black, the colors, the edges and the center
inside the tenderness of this being
to sense the belonging to all
° Woodlights Woudlicht
