time

by

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 

by

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 

by

Earth & Space , 3rd of December, Door 3

Time and Space. Space and Time. Location. Destination.

Magic.

Destination: Magic.
Location: Magic.
Time : Magic.
Space.

Many are the things that take no space, as space is.
Magic space.

All around you. Everywhere. You are inside magic space. Magic space fills you up. You are magic space.

In Honour of The Two of Us. Of the Three of Us. Of the Four of Us. Of the space of Us.
In Honour of The Space.

Fill it with what you need. With what you truly need. Nothing is too small. Nothing is too large.

Hear it. See it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it. Dance it. Sing it. Be it.
All the time and all ways. In the movement of space.

Snow!
Frozen space!

Magic spun in crystals. Fractals frozen in time. As time moves they move too. Melt. Re-form, re-shape, re-turn. Magic.

I choose magic.
I choose life.
I choose sparkle.
I choose space.



Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi