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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, 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, sixteen, this

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 

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StarBeing, fifteen, dare

Dare to be different.

Light that candle,
count the days
til the 
end
of that
luminous torch.

Then light a new
one,
another colour,
another song,
like feet in the
grass
during the
first
dew 
of 
spring.

Dare to be different,
to show,
to live,
your passions.

Why even call it different?

You are You.
Noone is “the same”.

We all have
the same
Source.

We all are
the same
Source.

Expressed through
different
aspects,
personalities,
creations.

Express the one
through whom
your soul
is looking
through the eyes of.

Take your time when
you need to.
Blast your light,
your colours,
your spheres,
out
bombastically
when you
need to.

Dare to be
You.

Will you take me up
on that dare?

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025 

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StarBeing, fourteen, stars

I believe in guidance,
in guidance I believe
- yet, I do not seem to
believe
 in
myself

I grasp and grasp
and grasp,
fingernails bleeding,
splinters wedged
underneath them,
grasping still
at the outside,
at confirmation
that I
am allowed
to exist

I believe in guidance,
in guidance I
believe,
yet I cannot seem to see
what guidance
tells me
in this dark world
around me,
at this time

Darkness is there,
so that we can
see the Stars,
StarBeing.

I understand that,
yet why
can I not
see
the stars?

Because you must
wrap yourself
around them,
StarBeing.
Allow the darkness
to fold
to unfold,
challenge the wind,
embrace the rain.

I don’t know if I can.

You can,
StarBeing,
you can.

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, 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, seven, embrace

Tokens of a time

that is how she embraces existence.
No one thing, no memory
of time and days
gone by
attached
to 
any
one thing

but to harmonies

strung together
like tokes of
a time.

When
we
actually  bounce
on
time
through all planes 
of
shields we have
been taught 
to 
put up
like tokens of a time.

Not real,
not there,
when we really
look

with the  heart.

Embrace, my child,
embrace.

Just try it
out,
see how it feels,
embrace,
be curious,
leave no trace,
just a harmony
on the scale 
of
your soul,

watch it play,
watch its wake
spread out,
widen,
flourish,
take its own route
before
dissipating in to
its own oceanness.

Tokens of a time,
pawprints,
roses,
wind,
fire,
sand

always changing,
not existing,
let it loose,
let it go,
release,
free,
move on,
breathe.

StarBeing,
breathe.

Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025