We Come to the Circle

Share a laugh, tell a story, sing a song

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

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh