I Want for my Words …

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I want to write

With absolute clarity.

I want each word

To be a raven

Cutting a stark

And perfect cosmology

In a cloudless sky

As it comes and goes

For reasons it always knows,

Not a movement to waste.

I want the words

To do the impossible

And show you

Directly and infinitely,

Who I am

Who is writing them,

Along with every version

Of me I’ve come to know

In the strange and intimate

Act of remembering.

Finally, I would like

For the words

To have the fortitude

Of a vessel that

Can bear the weight

Of the thousand

Ways we need to travel

In order to heal

The world, so that we,

With our words

And without them, too,

Can once again play

In a sacred lightness of being.

 

– Tammy Takahashi

Who You Are Today

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Please don’t ask me
who I am,
but who I am today.
Do not ask me
where I come from;
allow me instead
to describe the lush roots
that mold my veins
and allow my breath
to dance.
Do not take me
on a journey of
where we have been,
but look into my eyes,
as I will yours,
so that we may find
our love refracted
a thousand layers deep
in all the directions.
There is a door;
leave your self there,
everything the years
have done to form you,
all that you have absorbed
and leaked onto
rocky and arid lands
that have forgotten
how to hold you,
and enter. Come in.
Take flight to everything
that is possible,
and taste the love
that could not erase
what is always meant to stay.

– Tammy Takahashi

Light in the Dark

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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

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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

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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