Light in the Dark

DSC_0304

We all see in the dark.
The future, I would think,
depends on how how soon we forget
our source in protection,
on how consumed we become
by what we find there,
and on the light we work
to cultivate inside of us
to create exquisite contours
where only shadows lived,
to see the dark
as the sculptor of the light,
knowing that as light fades,
so does the dark,
so that we can find our way
to the river of shades
and in betweens,
before night turns to day
but day seeps into the skin
like a brilliant tuft of cloud
winding around the mountain,
and no borders can thrive here,
and the vision is not clear
so we learn a new way to navigate
and in doing so, we breathe
a new world into being.

– Tammy Takahashi

Advertisements

DSCF9849

Take me into the soft folds
of your wondrous history,
and into the landscape
of your childhood dreams;
so I can dream with you.
It is maybe a first gaze,
or maybe a trembling touch
between the two of us,
and maybe we are fragile,
maybe fortified by our resolve
to step out of the haven
of our worn our views,
and into the arms and hearts
of another. And you arrived.
Maybe, it seems, on the wings
of something larger
than we could have foretold.
And so, we cannot help
but know we are protected
as long as we remain true
to the promises we may
have forgotten we made,
to one another, to ourselves,
to that which blankets us all,
so that we may live, enriched
by our desire for growth,
for the one true kind of Love.

– Tammy Takahashi

We are United

DSCF0225

In all the different ways
we come to our feelings,
to be who we are now,
the mosaic of histories,
the fractured memories,
the passage of each of us
through life’s infinite
series of precise moments,
in the face of the magnitude
of all that serves to divide,
there is the miracle of this:
of our sacred communions.
We still come together
in all the ways that matter,
huddling over campfires,
to laugh, cry and release,
singing songs with once voice
that brings the spirit
of the faraway home
to one shared experience;
We can meet someone’s eyes
with our own, searching,
finding, understanding,
with a heart of empathy.
We can still learn of
another person’s heartache,
and embrace them, and say,
“I know. I’ve been there too.”
We can still look at a bird,
and want for it to fly.
We can still look at a tree,
and wish for it to stand,
and bear witness for us,
to firmly root, and to rise.
We can find the essence
in all the diverging parts,
find ourselves there too,
and walk our holy paths,
the power of this bigger Love
infusing every single step.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The Garden of Your Life

This is the garden of your life.
It has in its cozy underground
the seeds of all the very things
you have ever been seeking.
Some have begun to sprout;
some are thriving in your midst,
while others are still buried deep,
waiting for the conditions to grow.
Isn’t this the nature of a garden,
to contain all the rhythms,
all of the dances in creation?
And isn’t it the nature of a life,
to harbor all of the possibilities,
all the potential, alongside
what has already bloomed,
and is there such a thing as time,
or progress, or a sequence of things?
What is yet to bud, what’s overgrown,
what has dried up, fallen to ground,
what is perfectly ripe to touch,
these are the storied seasons
running now through your blood,
and each is to be delicately held,
observed with great care,
attended to as each one needs,
and there is always room
in this great garden of your life
to invite the riches in,
the powers of sun and moon,
the wisdom of rocks and trees,
and the perfect communion
we find with our fellow humans,
invited into our garden’s heart
as we practice perfect love.

– Tammy Takahashi

The Way of the Seed

DSCF9659

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

 

An Invitation

DSC_0027

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

DSC_0312

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