To be human here
is to stand where certainty collapses
to call that edge possibility
and to name it home
to break
and from the fracture
let light organize itself into a new form
it is to be made of longing and laughter
of fierce beginnings
and quiet forgiveness
to build strong walls
then open all the windows
to want truth that burns
and love that lasts
to be human here
is carrying ancient stories in your pockets
while daring to write new ones from realms unknown
with ink that smudges in the rain
it is being guided
without a map
it is to walk forward
as if the stars are not distant
but answering
and they do
they always do answer
°Woodlights Woudlicht
