I was born in a place where the long white cloud,
Clouds the division between heaven and earth.
Where the earth meets the shores of the Pacific
And As the earth’s artilleries, the Pacific Ocean pumps life forces and flows
The flows of the cosmos entangled in the tides of life’s rhythm
Life, from placenta to land, my feet stand grounded
Grounded in spirit, attempting to embody present-past, as those before me,
Past fixedness to one horizon, creating new relations to places,
Relations to migration stories and traces
Of journeying, navigating, star gazing, collective endeavours
Endeavours of learning, resilience, change making
Collective knowing with body, mind and spirit
Knowing that belongs to earth, seas and skies
My place, my being, collectively becoming…
