The fleetness of the white stag's flight in starlight or in sun. Which unlocks the Door of Dream whereby all come to thee. May we be One with Thee. The waxing Maiden Moon lies Crescent like a silver cup of light. Persephone Emerges from the Underworld, The way blossoms reach forth to celebrate the Sun.
Life returns from death and dormancy like shape shifting water spirits escaping their frozen forms.
The Wheel of the Year turns, and life renews itself in a miraculous cycle, Eternally fresh, the never ending circle. Where our view of the natural world can depend on how we view ourselves. It is the nature of Goddess, timeless, yet urgent, And yet within Her Mystery the simple can become ineffable and sublime, The physical in divine dance with the spiritual. And realize our unity with Her divine Nature. Goddess is the Soul of the World.