Think of everything beautiful, think of everything lovely, think about all the states of consciousness that you could enjoy, add musicians, women, children, and you have just a part of Hathor. Figs, the serpent, it's all there, waiting for you to discover her. Take a journey back in time to meet one of the oldest Goddesses from our collective consciousness.

Hathor came on New Year's Eve

Her Golden Air

My Tinsel hair flying sparks from glitter gilded fingertips

She Came to Dance with Us

The New Year in

and spoke to me in

the space between the notes.

Grateful Dead music shouted in the air.

"I am a dance, the rhythm is the all,

tell my story dancing, or not at all."

She sang my inner glory, burning bright,

my rainbow hair shooting sparks,

my glitter fingertips playing against her golden glow

holding us in warm love.

I could only write her dance,

spoken softly to the rhythm

of her rattle

shaking softly papyrus blossoms

brings you home.

Hail Lady of the Dance,

Come dance with me,

your Golden Light surrounding me,

your mystery, your song,

surround. Surround.

Hathor is beauty, Hathor is Love, Hathor is The Night Sky Above.

Rattle your sistrum, shake the papyrus leaves.

She is coming, She is coming.

Hathor is beauty, Hathor is love, Hathor is The Night Sky Above.

Hathor is Healing, Hathor is Light, Hathor is the Stars at Night.

Come pregnant women, children, poets, musicians.

She is coming She is coming.

Hathor is Healing, Hathor is Light, Hathor is the Stars at Night.

Rattle your sistrum, shake the papyrus leaves.

She is coming. She is coming.