Coyote Sandpainting

Distant rattles
Singing in pebbly voices
Dancing in ancient rhythms
Drawing me
Drawing me
Into and through
Great Spirit's Sandpainting:
A sacred rendez-vous.

The Old Man sits,
Tosses some sticks,
Nods,
While he watches them landů
Takes a feather to smudge
What Fate cannot budge,
Nods again,
And wipes off his hands.

Sandstone echoes
weave the sunlight
into a Ancient tapestry...
Who calls me here?
and where is laid
the Path of my own Destiny?

My Navajo Initiation
Medicine Woman