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
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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