In the quiet turning of the year
the hidden waters rise
calling your name from beneath the bones
a breath of worlds
not yet born into sound
what was forgotten
steps forward softly
a truth returning to its keeper
your inner fire flickers awake
quiet but certain
calling you to stand
where your shadows once knelt
listen
the wind gathers around you
as an unseen circle of kin
they lift your steps
toward what is ready to be lived
walk gently
walk true
walk as if the air itself listens
for this time
unfolds in quiet revelations
and your soul answers
not in words
but in glimmers
in pulses
in the subtle widening
of your inner sky
°Woodlights Woudlicht
