Eagle feather coronets become paintings of fire and rain 
Sacred hoops turn into intricate metallic detail. 
Masks--then and now--conceal and reveal. 

Long-held pot dreams take shape before us. 
      The sky peels back to reveal the cerulean beyond. 

We sit in circle--peer dazed through latticed fingers at 
      Illumination too dazzling to take in . . . 

We have dreamt well. 
Our intention has revealed the truth. 
The purity of the process honors the basket 
and the Spirit. 

No accident brings us here. Past and future 
Collapse in the moment. 
In the first light of dawn something new 
is revealed, known only to our hearts; 
      Awaiting the eagle-flight of our creation.