Let Us Be, Still

Come sit beside me in the stillness, amongst tree and sky; 

I want you to feel my heart, and I, yours 💞

A small dwelling in the gardens, by Reinhardswald Forest. A sacred space for silence, stillness, meditation, and healing. For the inner transformation of peace and love. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

English Faerie Folk

Walking amongst the ancient trees,

faeries in the mi(d)st,

looming unseen . .

 

The scent of Hawthorn and Elder,

I stumble through the brush,

twigs crackling under my feet with each step,

I inhale deeply, this forest,

it grows inside of me

 

Can you feel me here amongst these old souls? 

She whispers . .

fluttering about the treetops,

the music of her voice dancing in my ears with delight

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While exploring the forests of England . . 

My, Oh My

My words are tender, as the feelings expressed are that of tenderness.

My eyes are sparkling with passion, as the way I view the world is passionate.

My song is light, as I float in air, rejoining my luminous spirit.

My hair, mussy and all about, as I run through the forest, the wind soaring through me like wildfire.

My heart is mysterious, as you left me in wonder, curious, yearning to know the feeling . .

Photo: From a summer evening stroll at the Botanical Gardens. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography