You walk on the border of mist and memory
where walls breathe stories you alone can hear
your steps trace currents that shimmer beneath the skin of the world
and even the quietest shadows bend toward your knowing
you carry storms behind your eyes
and the pulse of unspoken truths hums beneath your chest
every sudden flare of insight pulls you out of the ordinary
and every risk, every leap, writes secret maps across your veins
you reach for the heights while the roots tug at your ankles
balancing between the yearning for freedom
and the weight of what has shaped you
you see the unseen threads that tie the hearts of strangers
and sometimes it burns to notice the invisible chains
your laughter ignites what is dormant
and your pain becomes a forge
tempering your voice, your hands, your vision
the world challenges you, pushes, twists
but you move like water over stones
bending, refracting, finding new ways to shine
the truth you seek is not in words, not in what others tell you
it is in the tremor of your own heart
in the dance of your courage with the unknown
in the radiant chaos of your creation
you are a voyager of inner realms
a witness to the unseen
a mapmaker of the wild and the sacred
every step is poetry, every glance a prophecy
reality bends when you lean close enough
and even the stars themselves might pause to watch you
trace the impossible
and call it home
°Woodlights Woudlicht
