Around a campfire we sit

A circle, a form, a fit

The stories are shared in oneness with earth

As the pine seeds and stalks bring warmth to our breath

United in harmony in a Victorian Ceremony

A shady white moon peaks amongst the majestic trees

Witnessing an ensemble of diversity mixed with reprise

The songs are composed from echoes of purity

As silence prevails in the hearts of our destiny

The questions surrender to the moment of choice

No business or knowledge, just love and rejoice

The time has come to call it a night

A new circle has formed: stones, ashes and sparks what a delight

Shadows walk forward guided by the teacher’s flashlight

Reaching the steps with candles in sight

Finding their place which opens a door

To a wonderful space full of ecstasy and grace