From out of the hubbub and chaos,

The conglomerate mess and upheaval,

The stress and the strain, the knocks and hurt,

The rush and hurry we know as life -

Draw round you a circle to form a space

Within which let not one thing encroach:

But send it back with all your might.

All things seen with exactitude,

All things known from this central hub,

The core within which is the pulse of life.

In the magic music of the spheres,

The glowing, weaving, living Being:

Here can we meet, unhurried in our peace,

And know something of the plenitude of life.