Spoken Word / First Tattoo

Sometimes I get nervous when people ask me if I believe in God

And then I think how endlessly human beings fall in love with the world

And with each other, over and over

And how my Lola always told me that you don’t have to like someone, but you do have to love them

When I said with all the hate I could store in my tiny 8-year old frame

That I hated the school bullies who pushed my friend Ilan into the dirt on the playground

And whether or not it’s God

Or the Universe

Or whatever Powers That Be

I know I have music running through my soul

Carrying the tune of every place I’ve come to call home

Echoes of melodies that have run through my veins for centuries across dynasties

From ancestral explorers following their own call into the unknown, like I’ve followed mine

This year’s symphony has been accompanied by harsh snow and crashing waves

Motes of sunlight and a firm breeze beating down on my back

Skin still healing from the new art I’ll get to wear forever

Enshrined upon my shoulder blades by another artist

Who saw my soul and my vision

And breathed new life into the sharp set of my shoulders

And gentled it with tears and starlight

Now, it’s a quiet shift before a new verse

But I anticipate the Brazilian funk, and forro, and samba music that’s travelled back with me

Nestled in the folds of my shoelaces

To eventually settle in my soul

And become another bit of the orchestra that I can choreograph a piece to

A dance no one will ever be able to replicate in its entirety

I’ve moved beyond the melancholy stanzas that echo bittersweet memories from childhood

Into a melody sweet with anticipation

Of a blessed life

A far cry from the shadows

So I think if I do believe in something

It’s that there’s always something bigger

And whether or not it’s God

Or the Universe

Or whatever Powers That Be

I’m humming new tunes laced with spiritual electricity