Wrap my limbs
In the vow
Of our friendship
Hold me
In the generosity of witnessing
You.

The heartache I carry is a story,
From the land of the rising Sun.
Inside my grandma's belly,
Crossed the ocean by ship to Brazil.

If my body was a house,
I would ask my visitors:
Please take off your shoes,
This is sacred ground.

I hope you love me on the days
That getting out of bed is my biggest win.
When I'm no longer witty or pretty
I hope you love what's within.

Ain't no shame for this house of mine
When the walls cracked broken
I plastered them back together with gold
It's a small house indeed
But it fits me just fine.

Creation happens
On the bare gaps of life
Moving through a stilling pause,
The surrender of rest.