A poem written long ago by rialian

Dancing in the shadows of the land, the land of the shadows of the moon
Where the sky is the earth and the land of the man is far below

I sing the path of the worlds as a prance and a spin and dance
As I follow the myriads of chance to the one
that sings the weaves to life
I see her in the light of the moonlight sight,
a picture of the web of life
a singing call is in my soul, a wandering living breath
I see the silvery skeined helath
I sing to her:

Blessings to the way of the Path,
to sing the life we lead
To tread the dance we weave,
to bless the barith
We shall walk, sing, dance, and seal,
singing of all joys we savor
Give the live of the dancer,
And sing of the joy of life
Sing of the song of the waves of lineat