There are times, before the awe
washes everything else away,
when I am confronted by beauty
in all of its varied manifestations,
and all I desire is to stare, without end,
while asking: tell me what you know.
Tell me what you know; I am starving
for the secrets you must harbor within;
you made it look so effortless: this beauty.
At times like this I do not yet trust
what it is that I know, that brought me
along the footpath leading to wonder,
the trails that have led me to awe.
To penetrate the wisdom of another,
one has just to look, to want to see,
not from the mind, always hungry,
not even from the eyes, so receptive,
but from the heart, where no words live,
where we are all, so sacred, already joined,
and from the hands, our heart’s extensions,
that reach out to touch this love, embodied,
that cries with us in our painful searching,
rips away the spaces between me and you,
where doubt grows, where only awe should be.
– Tammy Takahashi