Opening my arms
a myriad of feelings fly out
in tenderness I wave them goodbye
I kiss them softly in the wind
and forgive myself to have let them in
on all the yesterdays
but never again the days to come
°Woodlights Woudlicht
Until the whole self is purified
may it burn all
that does not belong
that does not serve the whole
to render home in the cosmic blueprint
the balance of what is
torn from what was only holding on
exploring what lies beneath the illusions
fathoming the faults
rendering death gently to the core’s light
understanding the architect of life is one’s own
°Woodlights Woudlicht