Petals Fallen in Spring

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Petals fall lush to ground,
not yet dried or decayed,
unsullied by wind, sun, rain,
handfuls of spring snow
tethered still to this life,
where we train our eyes
on what comes before
the last, the spectre of this
dancing alongside our joy.
Beauty gathers everywhere
before we have a chance
to discriminate and fear,
pierces though every want
we might begin to have
for things to be different.
Imbibe before pleasure
divides into pain.
It is here in this space
that miracles are born,
that the ways of seeing,
ways of our sacred being,
outnumber anything
we could possibly know.

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For a Short Time

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For a few days,
the cherry blossom trees
come alive in bloom,
decorating the world like snow,
as if in joyous collaboration
with the winter just passed,
as if to remind us of the continuity
embedded in all this change.
For a few days,
the senses are heightened,
the sky has opened
to give space for all that grows,
and the moon grows large and quiet,
illuminating the beauty
that wants to be seen,
touched, most of all, felt.
For a few days,
the gates to our perception fly open,
maybe slowly, if we are afraid,
and we can start with one blossom,
her fragile pink petals
delicately announcing herself,
giving everything she has
before falling to soft sweet earth.

– tammy takahashi

Spring, Our Beautiful Perfection

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On a diffuse grey morning,
late winter surveys the barren landscapes
of hardened essence and wisdom in retreat,
holding on, but loosening its arthritic grip,
allowing soft rain to gather, fall, in snow’s stead.
The buds have not sprouted,
but the plum blossoms, which thrive
in the dance between cold and warm,
herald the wonderland of life to come,
like a promise, like a dream,
like nothing other than the beauty of what it is.
What will the spring bring?
Will we emulate nature and come forth,
with no hesitation at all,
on the side of creation?
Will we be soft on our struggles,
tender with our pain,
and grow into our full and vibrant potential?
Will we reclaim the intuitions
buried golden and deep for millennia,
long submerged by our own wintry confusions,
and play with what nourishes us?
Will we laugh, touch the earth,
look each other deep in the eye?
Will we celebrate the new season
and the new beginnings it offers,
in the way of the quiet lands around us,
that call for silence, which is reverence,
and a stilling of our heart’s great stirrings,
as the perfection of life once again emerges?
Will we heed of the extraordinary peace
and cooperation it takes to rebuild the world?
 
– tt

Be Compassion Be Love

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There’s everything to be said
For the way we try, so hard
 
To be a part of the world,
Truly and fully where we are,
 
Even when we don’t understand,
Even when there is little left
 
That holds it all together,
Or of our own sensibilities.
 
It shatters. We try; we attend
To the wild perceptions shifting,
 
Clinging like desperate savages
To the remains of our Truths,
 
Afraid to distill the gold
From the piles of our history.
 
We look for pockets of seamless
instances of harmony, like miracles,
 
The reminders that we walk
Walk this Earth in unison,
 
That we all, at the very bottom,
Would love for the same thing:
 
To be at peace, to connect,
To belong and find our purpose,
 
And it always comes to this:
Even when it hurts,
 
Even when it might all be lost,
Be compassion, be love.
 
– TS

The Butterfly

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It’s what we’re always
trying to do, isn’t it?
To be?
The butterfly,
the end result
of all that struggle,
all the transmutation,
to be there,
on the other side
of all the discomfort
where the colours sing,
where the air
is our magic carpet,
and we can take
ourselves anywhere.
May we always remember
to enjoy the struggle,
the getting there,
and may we enjoy
being there,
being the butterfly,
even more.
 
– TS

Make Beauty Bigger

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beauty that asks not to be seen,
heard, touched or experienced

yet how warm her welcome, how
very much i feel in her presence

how inspired i am by her nature to
make beauty from my deepest places

for the only purpose of sending her
out into the world, for you to find

she on her wings, and you on yours
and of course they are one, the same

and she and we only grow with each
lovely desire to make beauty bigger. TS