Tree of Many Feathers:

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The moon was putting her arms around the sun—

The moon was putting her arms around the earth—

The moon was putting her arms around me, us—

This mountain—

The moon was saying

—this light, this light, this light—

That was the center of you

It is all light

Our light

Let it raise you

And we lifted our faces to the moon

And saw her at the quick of our sky

And we lifted our faces to the sun

And we saw her at the center of

Brightness and darkness

And the colors of the valley

Of this hungry sky

Swallowed me

Opened me

As the horizon flushed with

Shadow, dusk

And improbable starlight

And all the people who

Came to see it

Looked up

We saw

Our sky roaring open

The moon, the moon,

The sun

The multitudes

The light

The dark

And

We looked up as

One