This is the time when sweet desire weds wild delight. The Promise of Spring and the Power of the Waxing Year meet in the greening fields and rejoice together under the warm sun. The tree of life is twined in a spiral web and all of nature is renewed. We meet in the time of flowering, to dance the dance of life. Walk through the fires, pick up a ribbon on the other side, tie it to the Maypole.
Half go deosil, half go widdershins.
From the beginning, the guiding myth of the Universe has been profligate abundance and willing sacrifice. Love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Gather myrrh with spice, eat the honeycomb with the honey, drink the wine with the milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love. Thanksgiving Praise and Thanks be to the Word, and the Knowledge, and the Wisdom of Godde, without which nothing was made that was made.