I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
Walk to the well. Turn as the earth and the moon turn, circling what they love. Whatever circles comes from the center.
Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love.
We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust... The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance.
A circle of lovely, quiet people becomes the ring on my finger...