Circle Chant

Sit beneath a purple bower

Breath in deep the dreaming power

Of wind and sky and tree and flower

Till ebbs away the magic hour

And the time has come to wander

Through life’s pathways and to ponder

Happenings close and far off yonder

Till exercised the heart grows fonder

Of tasting, touching, seeing, listening

A world of wonder, and resisting

That complacent bone when twitching

Keep the moment that’s existing

Fresh and new, full of flavor

Colors vibrant meant to savor

Go with gusto, do not waver

Life is richer when you’re braver

As the orange sun is setting

Time has come again for resting

Contemplate your varied blessings

The circle’s made yet never ending.


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