An ancient circle faintly aglow.
The hum of 10,000 years carries forth.
The electric tingle down your spine, an awareness you're not alone.
Dim figures in the mist, prance a forgotten dance to a rhythm as old as time.
A fount of hope, a cone of power arises, as nature holds it breath.
The silent observer watched, from dimensions unknown.
"Join in", whispers say, "become one with us, meld your essence with ours. Come where you belong. Omnipresent are we."
The faint glow grows stronger with each beat, encompassing all.
Drawn in the chant and dance, freeing the spirit within till dawn breaks.
By yourself, but never alone again, though the vision has faded.
The rhythm stays.
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As a youngster in elementary school we celebrated "May Day" each year with festivities that included the May pole. I wonder if our teachers had any inclination as to the implications.
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