Light of our Evolution

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I look at something so close,
amazed by what is impenetrable,
what seems to lie, perfect,
just on the other side of my grasp,
this desire for understanding
that threatens to overtake me.
There are all the ways in which
we cannot see, so that the world
can seem construed of the hidden,
what is invisible, our blindness.
And then, slowly, as if emerging
from the depths of the ocean
to gleam into the new day’s sky,
the world bathed in chimera,
a beauty no longer impossible.
For a brief moment, only this:
the veils lifted, throes of rapture.
Rest here, before questions arise.
Pause here, before running
to chase what cannot remain.
Close your eyes, and trust
that what you need does not seek
to be anywhere but with you.
Even one moment of rupture
in the ways of the thinking mind
can, like a lone ray of sun,
light the way of our evolution.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
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Your Small Gestures Matter

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Sometimes I think that if we had even
the smallest notion in our wily minds
that keep spinning the same old stories
for us day after day, year after year,
of how many other ways it can always be,
we would immediately look for this door.
We would stop thinking we have to make
the greatest journeys and grand gestures
to make the profound changes we seek.
Have you ever tried to smile through tears?
It feels at first like an alien invasion, strange,
unwanted, until the body responds in kind,
ignites from deep within, bearing lightness.
The smallest hand gesture, brilliantly new,
and suddenly we are carrying ourselves
as a different person, with a purpose,
perhaps, we didn’t know had been calling.
Have you ever seen cherry blossoms bloom?
Without ever leaving its one sacred place
In the world of cycles, seasons and Time,
it does the only thing it knows how to do,
but does it with all the effort of its being,
which is not effort at all, but fulfillment,
and for the briefest moment in our history,
because every single blossom did the same,
we have a tree that moments ago was bare,
and is now grander than any work of art,
and the blossoms have not arrived to stay,
but to live out their short symphony with grace,
and leave the tree stronger for their presence,
and leave a world that will never be the same.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

For You

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I am always on my way to you.
There are so very many pathways,
and my mind’s been easily confused
by gilded life scattered everywhere,
each possible trail a new promise,
my heart restless and insatiable.
This is how I grew to see myself,
and I’ve clung to this part of me
like the last hardening leaves
fixed to tired, arthritic branches
in the harsh cold wind of winter.
But as I walk greater distances,
I notice I’ve come to a vast field
where there are fewer ways to go,
and my heart is suddenly lighter.
I can now come face to face
with a life lived, moments gathered,
and marvel how I’ve gotten here,
where it’s beautiful all around me,
and the voices are not clamoring
or beckoning from so far away.
I can take everything in from here,
exactly where I find myself standing,
and it’s not where I started out,
or where I ever thought I would be,
but there is still an I that I can see,
and this is nothing short of magic,
because you, too, are here with me,
like we’ve always needed it to be.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Love Waits

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We are all learning to love.
We come into the world
under love’s warm embrace,
and unlearn what we know,
but what we know is strong,
patient, sincere and wise,
and it could not disappear
with our grieved forgetting.
Love waits for us to wake up
one morning, acutely aware
of a loss so great it hurts.
The play of our heart extensions,
the limbs of our sacred bodies,
moving, reaching, grasping,
a restlessness and yearning
that defies love’s true nature,
and so we finally come to see:
it is not working for me anymore.
All that we beg for with our love,
and demand from love in turn,
so sure of what we are owed.
Love waits. Will always wait.
When our pushing and grabbing,
our fears and our doubts
fly into orbits, only to expand
the sphere of our suffering,
when we lie in a heap, exhausted,
love comes. A whisper in the ear.
A warmth filling the body whole,
just enough for us to accept it,
to feel the umbrella of protection,
and through the primal shock,
love infusing every part of us,
so that we can fill the world,
with the entirety of who we are.
 
– Tammy Takahashi
 

Dance of Love

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What if it is all you?
The uncanny beauty
of this world it seems impossible
to imagine we have the fortune of visiting
and making a home, and a life
of days and years, here.
It gives you all of your impressions,
and you give it everything you have,
the breath flows naturally between you,
as the sacred art and being of nature.
What if nature’s way is your way,
her tumults and great gentility, yours?
Her angry sputtering, great waves heaving,
tiniest buds sprouting, old rocks waiting,
what if you can find yourself here?
And then, when you don’t know
what to do, how to again begin
the motions of starting over,
what if you allow yourself to pause
in Time, which goes nowhere without you,
and bring your feet to the earth,
which is here to hold you,
and enter the rhythms that have never
stopped calling out to meet you,
until you know that there is nothing,
at all, that you need to do,
because it is life’s way to keep living,
and nature’s way to keep creating,
and our way to keep allowing,
freely, wildly, until the struggle against,
becomes a flow with our dance of great love.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

Be What You Are

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It is the nature of a flower to bloom;
It wouldn’t know what else to do.
It will never walk across the field
To commune with the faraway trees.
It won’t kiss the sky on a bird’s wing,
Or climb the distant mountains,
It won’t arch its pretty spine up
To greet the sky before first light.
It knows when to stay buried and wait,
and when to greet the world again.
It doesn’t know how to be beautiful,
But this takes away none of the beauty.
Its wisdom is its graceful blossoming
Into what it was always meant to do.
It is the sacred purpose of a flower
To bloom, and nothing internal to it
Will ever stop this great unfolding.
May we learn from the flower’s grace,
To find what we are, and be that, fully,
As though our lives depended on it.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

The House of the World

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What do you find in your house?
Does everything you’ve put there
have its hallowed, rightful place?
Can you move freely and softly?
Does everything serve a purpose,
does it reach for the highest good?
Are the foundations humble,
and also unshakably strong?
Do you feel as though you live
As a mountain creature might,
So closely connected to earth,
While living a skyward journey?
Is everything that you have here
Also something you are offering,
And to whom, and to what end?
Do you look around you and see
that your house is your body
and the body of everything that is?
Will you let the life-giving air in,
and will you let your house breathe,
and make room for the new,
and can we care for the house,
and share the house of the world?

– Tammy Takahashi