Remember the sky that you
were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon,
know who she is. I met her
in a bar once in Iowa City.
Remember the
sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and
her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life also.

Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow
earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants,
trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this
universe. I heard her singing Kiowa war
dance songs at the corner of Fourth
and Central once.
Remember that you are all people and that all people are
Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.

Remember that all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember that
language comes from this.
Remember the dance that language is, that life is.


~ Joy Harjo ~

(How We Become


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