When all is quiet in our soul we roam the realms with a thousand loves lighting up what has been put aeons ago igniting the forces trembling throughout the moulds stretching beyond activating the within what has to be without °Woodlights Woudlicht
To remember the warmth of the breaths taken the whispers of existence the light that emanates the lives lived and lived again to not belong to oneself to not be oneself to be pieces of reminiscences parts of love born in times unknown to be from places undiscovered to the age of which to grow into now to be from worlds beyond within the knowing, the white, the black, the colors, the edges and the center inside this being to sense the belonging to all on all levels of reality a reflection mirrors in existence throughout all the realms to expand and to return to the essence vibrating as one the beginning of all