Of the Rituals of the Growing City
Together near and distant thing,
In a ring arrange your men,
Lead them to the arch, and then
Bathe your faces in the light,
Submerge your heads in burning bright;
In an arc with hands a-join
Place the dancers in a line,
The line to twist from head to tail
The spiral house of shell of snail;
That shape then change to angles three
Three rows of dancers three views see
Three lines of faces three ways seeing
Holy face of Triple Being;
Now come together that you may,
United, evil keep away,
Your bodies form a sure defence,
Bring peace and send disquiet hence;
Should frost be brought by winter storm
Thus each the other may keep warm;
And so, embraced in harmony
From lips the softest sounds will fly..."