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Remember the wind.  Remember her voice.  She knows the

origin of this universe.

From Remember by Joy Harjo

She came in the door today, carrying a bundle of leaves.

You sit there, she said, like a rotting avocado, picking

out your black spots with a spoon.

She flicked her fingers through my hair, kicking

up puffs of cat fur, humming a windy tune.

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She ruffled the pages of the book of mandalas.

Ha! She puffed, The universe began on a breath.

Only love is real, nothing else, not even death.

You sit there wringing your sweaty palms,

examining the dirt in your closet.

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She threw the leaves, dry and crisp, on the floor.

She blew a scatter across the planks.

Pick up your broom and sweep!  Leap

into the present, foolish woman! Your heritage

is splendid, daughter of Isis.  Fly!