In the assembly of the sacred
rippling into the spheres
reaching the end of the horizon
to only uncover more worlds
encircling the essence
of being
present
infinitely
purely
here
°Woodlights Woudlicht
Purely infinite
Love’s song
The true core
underneath the rubble
speaks in tongues
felt through the bones
shining on
even in the dark
with love’s song
°Woodlights Woudlicht