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

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

Enter the Unknown

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The forest is speaking;
the trail calls out to me.
The trees communing,
and inviting me in.
The fog, too, beckons,
as it lives among the wild,
visiting, it seems,
from another realm,
obscuring the way
to teach me patience,
because I always
want to know more,
and teaching me
how to change the view
by removing, gently,
with nothing but softness,
everything I might have
expected to find,
or desired to have before me.
This act of disappearance,
of a world I am too inclined
to judge, discern,
and lose myself in,
brings what remains closer;
here I am, it seems to say,
right in front of you,
close enough to give you
a lifetime of discoveries,
and it is and sublime,
and there is nothing else
until the next moment,
and the next. Have faith;
enter the dewy morning,
and with each step,
the way will gift itself
to you. Stop thinking ahead,
my love, and allow
the great movement to unfold.
 
– Tammy Takahashi

For the Women

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There is not one of us

Who does not need the rest,

Who can stand apart

And carry the world

In this way, on her own.

She knows this.

It is the divine feminine

In her speaking,

Knowing she is not

Ever speaking alone.

She has worked hard,

She has made it

To the mountaintop,

She sits, not weary, but ignited,

Each strand of hair

Spilling down to the oceans

Ready to fly where

She is needed,

So that she can wrap

All the suffering beings

Into her embrace,

And soothe, and protect,

And nurture, and love.

And love them.

As she herself, loves,

Is loved in return.

The time has come;

This is the age of Woman,

Which is the age

Of us all, finally,

The age of stopping

To see out of our lonely

Pockets of isolation,

To come together,

Sisters and brothers,

To see the world softly,

To breathe the world deeply,

To love, to love, to love.

Tell Me Your Stories

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Tell me your spring stories
flourishing inside of you
after long ferment,
it has been quiet, hasn’t it,
but here we are, now,
every last piece of us
budding new under bright sun,
and not once did you leave
as everything else
stripped away, slowly,
and there was the agony
of standing by for the laying bare,
not once did your love wander,
did you seek too much,
and how this soothed me
in places sadness once grew.
The growth of things now rising,
framing us from earth to sky,
and maybe the stories
are not ripe just yet,
are still learning their worth.
Take my hand,
and I will hold yours,
and as we stay,
let us bear witness
to the wonders that will unfold.
 
– tammy takahashi

Come Sit With Me

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Come
Sit with me
I want to say,
It’s been such a long time.
 
Maybe this place is unfamiliar to you,
I know – I am also, still, not so sure of it,
or even how I came to be here.
 
I’m not sure which of my histories
had to emerge, defiant and victorious,
from the rest, for today to take
the shape it has, or why,
 
Or how to contend with
my other stories, so stubborn and sure
(so much more certain than I am),
each cropping up, in turn,
to ask something of me.
 
Maybe it’s like that for you, too,
where you are?
I would like to meet you there
and hear your stories.
 
I would like for the act
of our communion, though,
to be our beginning,
to form the core of our existence,
both yours and mine,
 
and for the stories
to enlighten us without taking over.
 
Let us sit together,
and not scramble for meaning,
or dismiss the struggle either.
 
Let us take all of it,
hold it in the space between us,
and breathe and love and be,
you and me,
 
And start
the only place we can,
here, now, free.
 
– TT

The Life of Flowers and Trees

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The flowers cluster together,
carpeting the fields with
their vivacity and sprinkling
their life force across the plains,
peppering the world like smiles
bobbing back and forth in the breeze,
catching the sun and radiating
joy and light from deep within.
 
Asking nothing of each other,
living the truth of generosity.
 
As the trees do, in the
magic forests of the continents,
towering forces in themselves,
stronger still in unison,
and we know they are talking
to each other, sending signals
needed for survival and health, but
more than that, in an astonishing
feat of grace, the lifeline of
happiness that feeds the world.
 
Elegant, refined, aware,
Carrying messages from sky
to earth and back again
In purity of being
 
Asking nothing of each other,
leaving their legacy of abundance
for us all to embrace. – TS