The truth that arrived did not announce itself
it entered like light learning the room
it stayed when seeking grew tired
potential has finished speaking
orientation has taken the voice
you know which rooms echo and which remember you
which futures are fed by love
which survive on kindness that forgot its name
it steps closer and grows precise
you learned to hold space when clarity cost warmth
you learned to listen when joy was corrected
now the body answers before the question completes
the line is felt the moment it is crossed
this is not narrowing
this is not certainty
but stance
so ask softly
where am I still living as if this truth were temporary
and feel how the answer is already standing there
waiting in your shape
°Woodlights Woudlicht
