Endings Now

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In our blind rush for the new
we forget the endings
we must survive
in order to arrive there.
We skip over our endings
losing them, and what
they have to offer us,
in our chase of the bright light
enticing from the horizon.
We dream of being somewhere
better than here and now.
We bypass our moments
of transition and change
that tell us so much
about where we have been
as if we can travel
to where we are going
without taking ourselves there.
Climbing the tree,
we forget the bark
that holds us in its strong grip
as we set our sights
on the highest branch
that cannot, alone,
support our weight,
or launch us into the sky,
where we want to rush
for all of our answers.
Endings evoke fear;
let them be scary;
let yourself be scared.
In the fear, only here, as you look,
is the passage through.
Sit at the foot of the tree,
on top of the ancient roots
that have skipped over nothing,
and lived the deaths and rebirths
of thousands of its companions.
Find the beginning in the end,
and the end of not being witness
to the journey of your life.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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