When it is difficult
To find the right view,
The one you have been seeking
And know makes everything sing,
And you cast your gaze wide,
And are filled with detritus:
Yesterday’s thoughts and creations
Turned grey, tired, the living legacy
Of mistakes ongoing,
When this is the challenge of today,
Start by narrowing the view.
Find the flower growing, miraculously,
Out of a pile of storied rubble,
The vines climbing the electric fence.
See the art succeeding to lift
A sad neighbourhood up,
The way the sun beams for everyone.
Take yourself off the road
In the direction of the horizon,
And look down, and your shoes
Are already off by now,
So that your feet are sinking
Into the grasses, fields, forests,
And the prickling sensation
Is your reminder of the struggle
That brought you here,
And there is always the promise
Of moss on stone.
Reach the mountain. Climb it.
Or maybe you have a potted plant
On your windowsill that wants you
To talk to it. Do better. Sing.
Tell it your deepest wounds
As you caress it to health.
When you have been filled
With everything that nurtures,
Widen your gaze again,
And bring your vibrant beauty
To our hopeful, waiting world.
– Tammy Takahashi