Day and Night

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It looks like emergence,
a movement from dark to light,
from a midnight moon’s lush wiles
to the redemptive break of day,
and you are sitting on soft sand,
not having slept at all,
and the salt brought in
by each sonorous, soothing wave
has cleansed you so that
you are no longer haunted,
and the sun has appeared,
a revelation each time,
to penetrate you with promise,
glee, anticipation for this life.
And so it is – life after death
every single morning,
an emergence, but not a line.
For we live in cycles,
and the darkness will come again,
to be, always, followed by light.
Do not run screaming
against the doors of night,
or fear the end of day.
The lessons of each are harrowing,
but the cycles are also moving,
round and round, in the direction
of our greatest making.
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A Prayer, A Soft Place to Land

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Our prayers are not for we and they;
We pray because we want to know,
Finally, that the soft and loving places
Where prayers land know no division.
There are places all over the world,
Across the entirety of the map of one heart,
Where we can travel to, wayward at first,
But with increasing sense of purpose,
That will greet us like the loved ones
We now, after ages, know that we are.
They are shrines large and small
Decorating the most modest of habitats,
Honouring the dead and reminding us
That we have never walked alone;
They are the colours, sounds and textures
We can finally recognize for what they are,
Unique as the moon to our stargazing hearts
To our experience of being human,
So that we will never overlook them again.
We close our eyes, join hands together,
We stand where we are, in silent tears,
And know the prayer has brought us here,
The prayer is all around us, ancient, wise,
That it created the conditions of our lives.

– Tammy Takahashi

Beautiful Handmade wallets from Japan!

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My Japanese mother-in-law, fondly known as “Mi-chan”, is immensely talented at everything artsy and craftsy, and her sewing skills are second to none. Look at this amazing wallet she has designed/made – completely stitched by hand! And using amazing Japanese fabrics,  mostly fine cotton, traditionally hand-dyed … so great and compact for cards.

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Do you want a Mi-chan eco-wallet of our own? Please email me at tammystonetakahashi@gmail.com!

xo

Tammy

 

 

Every Sky

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Moments like this, when the rain falls
Without a sound, and turns to ice
Without notice, moments like this,
We know: everything we are trying
To understand falls in that place
Where joy and sorrow both come
For sweet harbor, and fall into
Each other’s arms, and share stories,
And love each other whole without
Trying to take a single thing away.
We understand that sadness thunders
Down like unrelenting rain that will
Flood and drown before it nourishes
And heals, and that if you look up
High enough, the rain is coming
From a place of no rain, that the sky
Is every sky, sincere, blue, grey, true.
– Tammy Takahashi
– Tammy Takahashi

Life Doesn’t Stop While You Sleep

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They are not arms, no,
But they reach, from a center
Almost impossible to see,
The home and seat of such
Persistence, this invisible
Drive toward life, and living,
The birth of all creation.
They grow long, wide and tall,
Tapering to a thin point
As if to ready the leaf
For its journey beyond itself.
Look closely, at each detail,
The marks it has accrued
By being exposed
To the elements that
Come to mark its existence,
The way they give
Each raindrop the only
Home they have known.
Look at the synergy
Of life on life,
On a concrete stoop
Of a house built
In the shadow of a mountain.
What if we pause to reflect
On the smallest things
That make and save a life?

– Tammy Takahashi

To Know a Tree

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It’s hard not to see
the sky as crying,
the trees as reaching
for things taught to them
in dreams, as whispers
in the interminable night,
not to see loneliness
in winter’s swift taking
of autumn’s leaves,
and hope when in spring,
buds sprout green and true.
Do the mountains
grumble with discontent
before they explode
their molten heat
on an unprepared city?
Do the rocks sigh
from the burden
of absorbing our pain
over the centuries?
I ask these questions,
and understand the work
I have to do, to sit
in silence with all beings,
until I know where
suffering really lies,
and where it is
we have our comfort,
our nourishing, our healing.

– Tammy Takahashi