On a Morning Almost Spring

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It is all for you,

That sweet smell

The rain-soaked cedar

Living out its last moments

Close to home,

The breathing earth-fire

Of the sacred mountain,

The new leaves budding,

The insects always

Finding their way,

Knowing where to rest,

And how to carry out

The meaning of their lives.

For you, that I drop

To my knees, to be close,

Too, to all that splendor

We forget to call home.

I bring hands to heart,

And the cave within

Becomes the whole horizon,

The sun, hidden before rain,

Still finds its way

Into the space between

Blood and bone,

Heart and mind,

And I don’t have to wait

Anymore, no, I find

That I am already here.

  • Tammy Takahashi

 

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To You, I Bow.

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To you, I bow.
To the child within,
Bright, pure, ready and seeking,
Whom we are holding tight
And caring for every day,
With you, and when you cannot.
To your radiance, I bow.
 
To all, I bow,
Eyes closed, heart open,
The sounds stretch for miles.
I flutter my eyelids open,
Connect what I see with what I am,
Reach out from deep within.
To all the great wonders, I bow.
 
To us, I bow,
our shared humanity.
To where our stories converge,
And where they do not,
To our capacity to listen,
With full heart and presence.
To the awesome power in this, I bow.
 
-tt