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The spiral weaves the winding path
the dance begins with sacred tread
from field and meadow, home and hearth
the feet are led.
They gather on the cold hillside
in winter silence, winter sun
they dance along the winding form
they dance alone, they dance as one.
All seasons flow into the earth
all seasons flow into the land
they dance through lives
they dance through time
and each beginning is an end.
But endless is the winding path
and timeless are the feet that tread
and silent is the loving earth
on the lone hillside.
Artwork by Valerianna - RavenWood Forest - Massachusetts
