by Diane I Stewart-Dean
MY CIRCLE OF SISTERS
We are found again. We have come back from time.
One heart, one beat, one pulse. All divine.
We danced the water, basking in the coolness blessed.
We danced the fire, frenzied by the heat.
We danced the air, nourished by the Bali cleansing breath.
We danced the earth, grounded in our universal beat..
We’ve danced before, many moons ago.
When we lived in our forest glade abode.
We’ve breathed the clear forest air,
Swirled, twirled, curled in our world.
Our hearts full of our rituals bare,
Around the fires, as the smoke and magic unfurled.
Trish, Fairy sister bright.
Maria, Priestess High
We live again, we dance in Light.
Coven of women, spirits come nigh.