The Way of the Seed

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It is the will and purpose

Of a seed to travel,

To take the blueprint of home

And to carry this blueprint far

From its brothers and sisters,

To grow roots in new terrain

And find its will to grow,

If the conditions are right.

The more it grows and thrives,

The further memories of home

Go, and they do land,

Where everything does,

In the place of no land,

Our sacred memory keeper

For all the wanderlust hearts.

A seed cannot grow

In the shadow of its mother;

It needs to find and to claim

A light of its own.

But a seed is wiser than us,

Its blueprint is also

In the sun and the stars,

And in the earth from which

We all come, and grow, and go.

The seed has nothing to despair,

Is not running from,

Or racing toward,

But is doing the work of a seed,

To be where it needs to be

Without needing to be

Anywhere else,

To blossom in the way

Of all unimpeded things.

  • Tammy Takahashi

 

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An Invitation

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This is an invitation
for you to find the space
to sit, to feel the salve
of everything that grows
and is, so that you, too,
can have your place here
 
But it is also a reminder
that everywhere you go,
and it will be far, and long,
you will find the best part
of yourself lying in wait,
so you can discover again.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Enter the Unknown

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The forest is speaking;
the trail calls out to me.
The trees communing,
and inviting me in.
The fog, too, beckons,
as it lives among the wild,
visiting, it seems,
from another realm,
obscuring the way
to teach me patience,
because I always
want to know more,
and teaching me
how to change the view
by removing, gently,
with nothing but softness,
everything I might have
expected to find,
or desired to have before me.
This act of disappearance,
of a world I am too inclined
to judge, discern,
and lose myself in,
brings what remains closer;
here I am, it seems to say,
right in front of you,
close enough to give you
a lifetime of discoveries,
and it is and sublime,
and there is nothing else
until the next moment,
and the next. Have faith;
enter the dewy morning,
and with each step,
the way will gift itself
to you. Stop thinking ahead,
my love, and allow
the great movement to unfold.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Wind … the Wind

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The wind, surrounding us
with the sum total
of all the conversations
we’ve had from ancient times
until now, hushed, still,
animated, violent and awed,
and yet, it is the power
of the wind to distill
from our human fragility
all that is sacred, warm,
and flowing in all directions
from our one true heart,
and sometimes this sound
amounts to a gale in the night,
and others, a whisper
by a pond in the heart of day,
a gentle coaxing,
a giggle that beguiles,
a secret that is not a secret
at all, infusing us with
its wisdom, saying this:
You are all that has come before,
You are all that will be,
You, like I, have been everywhere,
And even in silence, you breathe
In your desire to take what is One,
Which is Love, to the edge
of all things, and beyond.
Love is the way; you are the carrier.
You are the the wind; the wind is you,
Communing with oceans and sky,
Rivers and rocks, mountains and birds.
It is all one thing, a progression of love
From the inside out, up and around
From our one never-ending heart,
To the very heart of the world.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Our Together Light

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The certainty of bodies
in communion, never alone,
and we may not understand,
but we may want to ask,
if the one standing,
is only able to do so
because of those standing
nearby, offering strength,
fortitude, warmth and love,
because the journey is long,
and the steps taken
over time, they build,
they gather momentum,
they move like a dance
and find their form
like the greatest structures
designed by our best,
most visionary creative minds.
The work of unison,
which cannot take away
from the power each of us
brings to our chosen community,
with the gifts and powers
we have been granted
for just this reason, for us,
for us all, bestowed upon us
from the power learned,
of receiving, of allowing
ourselves to be enriched,
knowing this comes from
strength, never weakness,
and each one of us honours
the brightness we have cultivated,
as we emit it into our world,
fearlessly, supported by others
doing the exact same thing
that we are. Not one light
can take away from another;
each serves to make our space
more sacred with illumination.

– Tammy Takahashi

You Are Sunshine

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You already are; I already am.
And you didn’t have to achieve
anything at all, fulfill anyone’s
dreams or expectations of you.
That is not how sunshine works,
it does not work, or struggle to be
light enough, bright enough,
it does not carry the weight of all
of the world’s shadows on it.
Sunshine does not strive,
but comes into our sphere
already imbued with its own
perfection, and we know this;
we see how it rises, and falls,
and rises again, and we imagine
glee and ease, or pain depending on
how we have woken up today.
The sun does not apologize
as it dances with shadows
as dawn becomes day, then dusk,
without fueling them, or willing
them away, no, this is not
the way of the dance of connection;
they depend on each other,
and for this, we get our moments
in the dark, we get the balm
of shade, we get our sustenance
in this wondrous interplay,
and we never have to doubt
how shadows move, and change,
or how the sun, above, arcs too,
with the sole purpose of spreading
light, offering this solace
in the face of all shadows.
The sun has always done this,
does it still, our inspiration to bring
to each of our given moments.

– Tammy Takahashi

The Earth is Crying, But We are Still Here

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People are falling.
The world is burning.
Mountains are exploding
and trees are disappearing
and children are being wrested
from their parents and still,
somehow, we carry on
and forget to buy milk
and fall in and out of love,
and the ashes of a civilization
about to drown are seeping
into our art, our dreams, our poems.
Sometimes it seems as though
we have chosen to forget
what tethers us to each other,
and to this great expanse of world,
so consumed are we
by our need to protect what is ours.
But what we think we know
does not always align
with the wisdom of this universe
through which we live, breathe,
love, make mistakes,
and where it does, will we
find the courage to live
and die on an axis of this wisdom?
Can we stop for a moment,
and let what is wrong
fill our consciousness,
so that we see, and know,
and can we open our eyes,
and look for the everyday miracles
telling us that growth, and regeneration
are the legacy of Mother Nature,
of which we are a beautiful part,
can we find the buds of green
sprouting through the dried out concrete,
and vow to put the same happiness
into all the sad, miserable hiding places
until we can all sing the same sounds
from the same clean air
and from the same place of freedom?

– Tammy Takahashi