The
Sand Painter? by Jim TwoFeathers
As the Medicine
Man delicately drops granules of colored sand.
Each bit...Each
color so slowly so delicately grain by grain by grain
Until, some say a
piece of art emerges with his steady hand.
But his truth nor
intent is art.....it is the calling.
It is the
calling......of another being waiting, standing.
To
be of service to the call!