Within the circles of our lives
we dance the circles of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circle of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the cycles of the seasons,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.
Again, again we come and go
changed, changing. Hands
join, union in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
yeah giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,
each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.
And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone
into the darker circles of return.
Windell Berry
Views from the Placitas Open Space
Finn and Sophie
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