Camilla: Pepparkaksstaden, del 15

 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