Each bowl spun from a woman's dream
and blest with soil from the bosom of Mother Earth,
caressed by the soft hands of its maker
and fired with the warmth of Sun God's gift.

I take your fragments, crushing them into sand
and reweave them, mixing in threads of my own dream

Mandala of beauty that was.

Mandala of beauty that is.

Circle of living dreams,
mix your dreams with the dreams of
those who behold you.

In beauty complete the circle
that is life itself.