Birthright Moon

New Moon   November 20, 2025

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I could tell of the splintered sun. I could

Articulate the night sky, had I words.

           —N. Scott Momaday

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One night

will be my last

chance

to breathe

cedar cold

to pray

by simple presence

to offer

greeting to ancestor dark.

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I had forgotten

this birthright

we all share.

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To you, whose mind reads this, I ask:

Have you journeyed toward awareness

away from the digital electric today—

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made pilgrimage to the real outside

stood still on the earth

gazed out & within

wondered, wordless

who am I now?