when the priestess starts singing old folk songs

All my life's a circle
Sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the night-time
Till the daybreak comes around.

Circle - Harry Chapin


Time is not a straight line.
We trick ourselves into believing
That opportunities knock only once
And that time marches on.

Time also dances,
Weaving circles around us
Beckoning, beckoning
Until we jump into the dance.

Some things
We push them away
Every time they return
Until we know their worth.

Some places
We know from lifetimes
But must leave
To discover why we must return.

Some people
Bless us with a second chance
To know why we parted
And merry met again.

Spiral and labyrinth
Circle and star
Goddess within us
Full moon above.