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StarBeing, twentyone, howl

Without end,
she breathes.

The filigree howl, 
her souls anthem,
manifested in greatness,
in light,
in diamondshining
featherness.

Strength of an ox,
heart of 
a 
fullblooded vessel
of
space,
watered down
to  a speck
of the
ancient
being
she once was.

Become.
Be.
Again.
Anew.
21 portals.
12 days.
13 nights.

Transformation,
without ending.

No expectation.

You can only expect
what you know.

And what you know
you know already,
you have already
been
there.

Pain.

Pain is a threshold.

Without end,
you move across
many.
Some willingly,
some less.

Losen the grip,
move to receive,
don’t tick off a
list.

Breathe with the ferns,
the snow,
the willows
the magic of
being there,
the magic of
being alive.

Run with
the wolves.
Dance with 
the crows.
Let the solstice speak.

Listen to the
Powers
of 
Life.

Without end,
StarBeing,
Without end.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, twenty, thaw

Snowflake,

you freeze,
you thaw,
you form,
you change,
you melt,
you raise,
you fly,
you accumulate,
you transform,
you re-shape,
you fall again,
you fly,
the wind cathes you,
sideways,
back up,
crashing down,
swooshed in to
a nothingness
where all is dark
and creation
rests,
germinates

Through the soils of
Earth’s
water
you wake up
again

with the rain-
worms
and
clover

You spend what
feels
like a lifetime
as dreary
rain

There she is again,
Mother Winter,
eternal crystal queen

She picks you up,
she condenses you,
you crystalize,
become crystalline,
inviting new 
light,
new life,
freeze to settle,
release to 
dance

in to the form,
the shape of
life
you need to 
take
right now,

Snowflake

StarBeing

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, nineteen, sisters

I have come to love
another country,
that which was not
mine,
is truly mine

I have come to lose
what I love
and love
what I lost

You should never go
back to
what you left,
people say

You should always
move forwards

Are we not moving
all the time though?

Backwards, forwards,
upwards, downwards,
sideways,
diagonally,
round and round,
in a 
spiral we are
trying to grasp,
or not,
called life?
Is it not just to 
be lived?

It should not feel 
like punishment,
a heartstring
mother of all
told me.

Sacred Fierceness,
she is.

It does.
This feels
like
punishment.

So leave, my love,
leave.
Touch down
to bounce up.

Sisterhood,
all that matters.
Always.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, eighteen, strength

Healing
isn’t always peaceful,
he spoke on Instagram,
AbleHeart

Live in the goodness
of Life,
a scribbled note
in my stack
said.

Stop running,
turn around and
face it,
he said.

You are right
where
you’re supposed 
to be,
she sang.
Aurora

When the goodness 
of life
takes a struggle
to see,
as the
heavy
black
curtain
is choking the heart
and the self ,
running
being all you
do,
all you know,
to escape
Hearing
healing isn’t always peaceful,
that freedom begins
when you turn 
around
and face it,
when you
let Source 
walk you t
hrough
one step at
a time,
it feels like
it might 
actually
provide some
strength

Turn around and face it.
You are exactly where 
you are asked to 
be.
In the pain.

Face it.
Face healing.

Powerful.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, seventeen, now

What matters matter
to you,
StarBeing

What matters matter
to you
my dear
my love
my one and only
living
loving
soul

Do not accept
any hurt
any more
Do not accept

What matters matter
StarBeing

To your soul,
to your light,
to your love,
joy
and
connection

Go back,
Go forwards,
act, live,
sparkle,
receive

Don’t let that
darkness
wedge
any 
deeper
in to
any-thing or
any-where

What matters matter
StarBeing.
Go grab it.
Now.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, thirteen, override

Speak life in to Being,
Star

StarBeing,
with every word 
every breath,
present yourself.

StarBeing,
I am
StarBeing

I am of
magic,
of crystals,
of life,
of light, 
of all the goodness
holding this universe
together.
I am of
That
StarBeing

Why do we have 
to
emphasize the darkness
so much
that
all we initially see
is the 
mustered force
of things you 
are being shown you
have 
to do
 in this world
to be a bit less
dark?
-	as if evil is inherent.

Why is the pure,
bright,
emphatic,
kind, 
loving,
generous
quality which is
what gives birth to everything
we do
create,
why is that
living power,
life force,
pushed down so
deep ?

Asking the
questions
allows you to
get rid of
them,
StarBeing.

Finding out why
will not
make you
shine any brighter.

Ask.
Understand.
Know.

Do not go there!
Override!
Override the script.
Override the filter,
override the
lie,
override any and
every
thing
which is not you,
The StarBeing.

Override.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, twelve, twelve

12:12

Darkness
holds the light
Light
holds the darkness  

The key,
the key lies in
“holds”

No such thinga as “not holding”

How do you reach the holding?

By leaning in.
With curiousity.

Lean in.
Be held.
Stay curious.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, eleven, moss

We went into the woods,
it poured,
heavy rain
weighing down
branches, streams
overflowing
bark
falling off
trunks
like leaves
in the wind

A veil of pine,
moving in the wind
like a
theatre
curtain

I reached out,
asked the 
elementals of
the forest,
the branches,
to moss and the
mycelium,
the trolls, the fae,
vättar,
nissar,
pixies
and more trolls

to please, show us,
plese, lead us,
the emperor of
the woods,
the queen of the
throne of lavae and
snow,
to guide us
to where we ought
to be

“Follow the waterdragon”
the answer came from 
the wild creek

“Up the mountain,
down the other side.
Not here, is all I 
can say.
Just follow
the waterdragon”.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, ten, listen

In the privacy of  your own heart,
can you rest there?

Can you listen?

In the privacy of your own heart.

Who is the one
beating the drum,
dancing the rhythm,
weaving the song?

What is its sound ?
How does it feel ?
What is spoken ?
What is revealed ?
What is held as true ?

In the privacy of your own heart.

My dear soul,
it felt so dark I could not hold
a light
high enough
to see within
the privacy of my own heart

Now

the walls are tumbling,
the ground is shaking,
the heavens are bursting
and
behind the walls there is gold,
under the ground, clay
of new earth,
in the heavens the green
colour
of spring,
dawn,
heart
of the seasons of
all seasons

The season of return,
in the privacy of my own heart.

There is an anchor,
only the rope seems
too long
to allow the boat
to settle

in the privacy of my own heart.

In the privacy of your own heart
my dear,
is you.
You. StarBeing.
You.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, nine, because

Star’s wisdom
is wider than anything
I have ever
Known

In her playfulness lies a gentleness
wrapped as a totally crazy
devotion
to nudging,
watching,
challenging
disobedience

Star’s wisdom says
break all the rules
that are not of the heart,
which do not make you fly

Keep companionship close,
too close for comfort,
unless
it is neediness
disguised
as companionship
-	from your side too,
my dear
from your side too

Star’s wisdom says
look in the mirror,
just don’t
drown in it.

Do it differently 
tomorrow
Because 
tomorrow
is
different

Go back to school,
walk backwards,
sing a song,
write a new story,
a new life,
a new way of 
living,
being,
loving
and moving 
in and out
of the world,
anything

Because you can


Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025