We Come to the Circle
Share a laugh, tell a story, sing a song
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We come to the circle,
bare-handed, shadow-kiss,
our stories trailing behind us — like smoke,
like moonlight on dew.
The moon watches —
not as judge,
but as ancient witness
to every shedding,
every rebirth.
We stand in the ring of light,
not to be seen,
but to be revealed —
a portal carved from silence,
a halo of becoming.
Each step forward is not a place.
Each a pulse, a remembering,
a breath shared in sacred fields.
We name it with metaphor:
a lantern,
a doorway,
a home we are becoming.
So come to the circle.
Bring your fragments.
Bring your flame.
Let the light wrap you
like a question answered
in stillness.
Come to the Circle. Share a laugh, a tear, tell a story — sing a song.
~ Ani Po
