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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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Earth & Space, 8th of December, Door 8

Stillness and chaos,                                                                                                                                          Moonlight and night wishes                                                                                                                              Sunrise shrewd in                                                                                                                                                   clouds and mist

Fire and Ice,

Dreams and                                                                                                                                                               the beyond                                                                                                                                                            Forged in steel,                                                                                                                                                        bound by flowers,                                                                                                                                                    like a star in                                                                                                                                                               the wind

Where is the dream? What is real?

Nothing is a dream. Nothing is real. It is all just perspectives. And perspectives can be turned, changed, tuned. 

Whether we are awake during the day, sleeping and dreaming during the night, or the other way around nobody really knows.

How would you prove it? 

When you are busy wanting to prove something you miss all the cues, all the goings on, all the “living” in the periphery of your space of focus so how can you know ?

What would happen if you invited yourself to stay open, to stay really, really curious to all of the above or maybe even something entirely different being what specifies “real”? Who knows? I mean, who really knows, really?

Just saying…..

Author: Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi

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Rich

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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.

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Cecilia Götherström, June 21st 2015