Hamlet: Lost & Found

On a nondescript road (x) in the hamlet, the Danish Prince lost his way and came quite undone . . Truth being what it is, he struggled to get better, and after years of healing spirit, mind, and body; he loved her still.  💕

Trendelburg, Germany, Summer 2016 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Tree of Life

The Universe is vast . . 

we wander through life’s deserts and valleys, the sands of time immeasurable . . 

We cannot tell if things are closer or farther than they appear . . 

and within each grain of sand, there is a Universe. 

Wandering the sand dunes in search of the Tree of Life . . Death Valley National Park, California © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

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

Her Gaze

There’s something, 

Curious, playful, yet ancient and understanding 

Undeniable. 

something in her eyes so beautifully haunting, 

Unforgettable.

the memory alone makes my bones shiver still . . 

at the same time, bringing my heart comfort and warmth, like coming home

What I wouldn’t give to see her again, 

To gaze into her eyes, and have our souls reunite and dance underneath the stars 🌌

A lantern lights the night at a cozy tea-house in the village. © 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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