In All Its Glory, The Rising Sun

I am in awe of the rising sun;  After all, it shows itself after the night sky, brimming with stars, and a moon, most bewitching 

The morning sun rising above the mountains, which I witnessed whilst road tripping from Nevada to California © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

She Who Bathes in Starlight

She bathed in starlight, this goddess of the night

Nourishing her spirit with elements potently raw, and ancient as time itself

Bathing in the cosmic sea, she floated away to the deepest recesses of herself,

and then on to different selves, different lives

With the last pull of the moon turning the tide back to this world,

The sun rose above the hills, while she squinted awake, sleepy-eyed,

and I tickled her nose with mine, and kissed her ever so gently on the forehead,

because I loved her presently more than I had yesterday,

And so it goes every morning.

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Photo: Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beam of Light

I remember that first moment 

the Universe came into existence 

I was there. You were there.

Every being in the world today,

Everyone who has ever existed, 

And all those yet to be born,

We were all there. 

Baring witness to creation. 

Energy, flowing through the vastness of space,

Lighting the heavens with stardust,

a miracle come alive. 

Atoms dancing the dance of the Universe,

Coming together, 

splitting.

Joining together,

dividing.

The dance goes on eternally,

shift red, shift blue,

Now rotate,

a perfectly imperfect ellipse

Rotate and glide,

As the sun rises and sets,

As the moon joins the night sky,

the stars serenade, 

the witches dance

We are infinite. 

   
   

Haunters of the Night

We are children of the light

Haunters of the night..

A miracle of cosmic proportion

It’s time we saw through all the distortion

 

We are children of the light

From the dawn of time

The moon and the stars have been travelers

Haunters of the night,

Illuminating truths without words,

Gifting mankind with wings for their dreams to take flight

 

We are children of the light,

Haunters of the night

Caretakers of a world within a trance..

Hope, love, kindness & understanding can set things right

And with purity of heart,

We’ll never be apart,

Always a part of the cosmic dance

We are children of the light, haunters of the night, never giving up the fight.. for life, liberty, and justice for all. Remember this- United we stand, divided we fall.  --Lisa Ellen Goodman Haunters of the night, Under the spell of the moon
We are children of the light, haunters of the night, never giving up the fight.. for life, liberty, and justice for all. Remember this-
United we stand, divided we fall.
–Lisa Ellen Goodman

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The full moon shimmering over Seneca Lake, June 2014.
Photo: Lisa Ellen Goodman
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