Live this life.
Whatever,
however it is
right now.
Live it.
Look for the story
life has to tell you.
Care for your
StarBeing
and the rest
will sort itself out,
will fall in to
place,
or rather
flow in to place,
space,
equation,
the new
Listen to those
with soft voices
and wise hearts,
the fairy queens
and life
adorners
Leave the rest
to the side
Jump at every
chance,
see where it leads you
this life.
This.
StarBeing,this.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
She is here. Winter. Glimmer in her eyes. Joy in her soul. Soulfulness. Glowing breath, sparkle of life. Winter. Welcome. The Star abides in the sky. The sky in the heart. The heart is the sky. The sky is the heart. The Star its All. The Silver Grail speaks. Like clear crystal waters. No bearing. No beginning. No end. Only the eternal Now. This moment where everything matters. Where everything is present. In the no-thing. Nothing can be broken. Everything is whole. The outer shells can shatter, can leak. The pieces might break in to more pieces. Yet they do not exist. They are fragments of a self which spoke itself in to existence. On the first day of winter. Let the pieces disperse. Do not gather them. Let the wind blow, let it sweep. Do not hold on to. Open up. Sit. See. Wait. Let the silence speak, whisper. Listen. Transmissions of Starlight. Know your worth. Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
In a bag a few minutes ago I found this piece below which I wrote on Jan 10th 2014.
Reading it now, it gives me goosebumps – as giving the turmoil, development, moves and all that has happened the past 2,5 or even 3 years , it is more than symbolic that I wrote this early 2014 and am finding it today – July 12th.
Return
The return is imminent,
faith awaits
Her huge white wings
sweeping me in,
closing out the darkness for now
As the wings open
the dark, velvety night sky is adorned
with galaxies,
light-holes
and wishes turned in whisper
I stand there,
basking in her glow,
listening
to the whispers from now,
the whispers from before,
the whispers that were,
that are,
that will come.
In this place all is one.
There is no then,
no now,
no later.
Is the return really a return?
Or is it an opening of what was always there?
She asks me to open my eyes,
my ears, my heart,
with softness,
with a waiting,
whatever comes in.
A feather falls from the sky
into my hand,
I can feel its softness
caressing my cold palm,
almost making me giggle from the tickling feeling.
I watch the feather
as it turns and turns in my palm,
first slow,
then faster,
and faster.
The spiralling movements
makes it stir up
and away.
The feather has turned in to a huge raven,
first white,
when he takes flight I can see him
shifting in to grey,
then in to black,
his glistening eyes disappearing
with the flapping of his wings
directions Ursa Major.
The wind coming from the pine tress in the back,
bring another whisper,
a song,
an anthem.
There is a vibration from the ground,
I turn around.
The whole forest alive,
waving,
swaying,
gently sining a tune
of return,
of now,
of all never being anything other
than what is now.
A brown bear beckons me to come closer.
She has two cubs at her side.
It feels like I know them,
like I have seen them before,
like we are family.
I look up at the sky,
towards Ursa Major,
where Raven headed,
then look back at Mother Bear.
I return.
Cecilia Götherström, 10/ 1 2014
A piece from our monthly Writer´s Circle in The Hague, written in March of 2014.
When does a Love become a Past Love?
This very moment, as the present takes over?
Is past love, lost love?
Can you love somebody more and love somebody less?
Is there a less less or a less intense,
a more less , or a more intense?
Whatever it is, at this moment it hurts.
It hurts because I find myself loving not just people,
but moments with people.
Past Loves, Past Lovers – what is the difference?
When does Love turn into a Lover?
When you Love, are you not a Lover in its most passionate essence?
Is that not when you bare your heart,
deeper than your flesh and bodily sensations?
Is that not the Love that burns deeper than your skin,
charring your inner core,
touching the roots and the nerves of who you are,
– baring your very soul.
No limits,
borderless,
beyond any rules or conceptions.
When that Love just is, is, is
– does it ever become Past?
When it is so overwhelming that the thought of losing it,
of losing this moment,
of losing this Love,
makes you cringe.
When so many tears have been shed,
when so many glowing smiles and gentle touches have been exchanged,
when you are exhausted,
wrought out,
gasping for air,
in pain,
and somehow still fulfilled in the weirdest sense of the word
– is that when Love is Past?
Is that the moment when you realize,
that all which were the signs of Love;
the Power,
the Force,
the Storms,
of Love,
in an instant got caught up with attachment.
Attachment
to the passion,
to the feeling,
to the cringing skin,
the churning stomach,
the redness,
the fluttering
– instead of Love as something bigger than what we can perceive?
Cecilia Götherström, March 2014
Behind the sea there is a scent
Behind the scent
a truth
a truth odourless,
subtle
yet the greatest of them all
The truth of
who you are
a pearl within
a much larger scope
you could ever imagine.
Live that breath,
take that step
Be that one.
You.
Cecilia Götherström, 23-11 2015
I am rich.
Rich beyond belief,
beyond fathom, I am.
I am because I am rich.
Mother provides for me,
Father keeps me safe,
Brother nurtures me,
Sister sings to me.
Earth is what I am,
what I walk upon,
what lives inside my soul.
Sky is what breathes,
Soil is what bleeds,
Wind is what feels.
Rich I am.
All that I am,
is all that You are.
Star family, Earth family.
Rich I am.
Walk I do.
Forever and ever.
In the Richness of Plenty.
“Did you love today?” she asks before
she gently susses me to sleep.
“Were you grateful today?” he asks when
he closes the velvet around me.
“Did you live today? Live like life itself?”
they ask as they sing me away.
Dawn and dusk.
Dusk and dawn.
Creation.
Gratitude.
Breath.
Did you love today?
I did.
Cecilia Götherström, June 21st 2015
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