We begin, 15 degrees Leo, at harvest time,
marking space and time, as if with a plow in a field,
traveling the year, looking forward, looking back
to the fall ahead of us and a year ago
to the winter ahead and ago
to the spring ahead and ago
to the summer ahead and ago
back to the harvest time, where we are, were and will be.
The sacred is cut off from that which is not.
Our circle is well built, well supported, well established.
We are between the years.
So mote it be.
See also: Lugh bind rune rhyme, Updated Lugh bind rune rhyme