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We grasp the hands of those who have gone before us...
We hold tightly to those hands which follow.
Circles and cycles, of life and joy,
Pain and death, anger and fear...
All is life and all is right,
Nothing is for naught, all is for our advancement.
Circles turn upon themselves
as we ascend the spiral towards the Light...
the Source,THE ONE.
Circles upon circles,
Cycles of time...
Intertwining our lives, together in a dance,
A beautiful and bizarre dance...
Performed to music that no ear can hear,
Until the music is no longer played...
Will we still dance, will the circles still turn?
Will we long for the dance again...
or will we lie down peacefully to rest?

Ramona Gibson

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