The Heart Song

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Sometimes, the heart
will guide the eyes to deceive us,
because we can grow
too accustomed to the view;
what is pretty, what alarms us,
what we find distasteful,
what makes us sing.
We want to sing, always,
the song elevates us
in all of its incarnations,
but we must allow it
to transmute, to migrate
from each of our emotions
as it greets the world
gone by, as it has led us
to this very moment.
To bring the song to life,
maybe, for now,
close the eyes, feel the chest
expand to become the whole body,
allow room for the heart
to swell, rattle, cry out,
encompass the battle
that must be fought
before it can be won.
Allow the battle to play out,
and it is of course not a battle,
but the voices that have been trying
for so long, to be heard,
and hear them, and open your eyes
to a brand new space of your making.
Allow it to look different, and strange,
and even a little scary;
allow yourself to attune
to this brave new day
you have created for yourself;
fall in love with new colour combinations,
sounds and textures; they are
where your transformation begins.

– Tammy Takahashi

Book Excerpt

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Hello!

Now that my new book, LAND, has just come out, I wanted to share with you one of the poems from it, that I had published on Women’s Spiritual Poetry. I also write a little bit about what inspired the book, and I hope you enjoy!

The article is here!

 

 

 

Seeking Truth

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We say we need rest,
but refuse to slow down.
We say we want peace,
but refuse to stop blaming.
We say we want happiness,
but refuse to seek its causes.
We say love is the answer,
but refuse to believe in love.
We say we want connection,
but refuse to reach out.
We say we reject violence,
but refuse the way to harmony.
We say we care for the earth,
but refuse to listen to her cry.
We say that all lives matter,
but refuse to respect life.
But something else is true:
We mean what we say.
We want for things to be good,
and to know what good is.
This is our foundation;
This is our imperfect beauty;
This is our sacred humanity.
May we honour the truth
in what we say and believe,
and seek their realization.

– tammy takahashi

Your Smiling Gaze

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Take your gaze far,
There is always so much to see.
And maybe you don’t take your mind
on a journey to the past,
where epics and legends gone by
want to sweep you off your feet
until you fall, like Alice did, down
to where nothing will fit the same.
Maybe you don’t surrender your mind
to the distant future, which,
like all the galaxies in the cosmos,
form the most entrancing worlds,
maybe the scariest ones too,
that, no matter how much you want to,
you cannot bring your fingers to touch.
Maybe, as you cast your gaze to glory,
bringing that contented smile to your face,
you are finding yourself in the position of things,
feeling your heart beat the tune of your life,
the thrum echoing the earth’s great pulse,
and maybe you come into this great force,
with a moment of recognition: I am here,
I am fully awake to this moment. I am. I am.
 
– tt

I Belong

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Where does
the path begin
and where does it go?
Sometimes I feel
I’ve landed
right in the middle of
an ecosystem
with its very long history
I know nothing of,
and I fear
I’ll never catch up
or be able to
feel my way around,
that I don’t meet
the preconditions
for harmony.
I feel my senses
don’t serve me here,
do not point the way.
It is in the digging deep,
though, the excavating
of my own right
to a history,
that I will lay claim
to what must be
a simple, if profound feeling:
that I belong.
That I am here,
as you are here,
and we are each
finding our way
through the jungle of
our own ancestral histories,
reaching out
with hope and
good intentions,
with one essential,
sacred goal:
to be love.
 
– TS

We Are Gold: A Poem

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our gilded days
and we are –
an imperfect yet holy
refraction
caught in our desires
that come down to this:
to be whole
to be loved,
and the mistakes we make
in the way we cannot
recognize
that we are not what is
left over, incomplete,
searching,
no, we are a reflection,
illumined and pure,
of the vastest space
we can imagine,
and I envision this,
as I my eye catches the spark
of the sun glinting off
gold leaf
on sacred temple grounds:
I don’t have to transport myself
anywhere
for my transmutation.
I am here
with everything that is,
and I will stay here,
until I understand that
love seeps through me
the way the moon
bleeds her light into the sky,
unhindered, abundant,
limitless, moving mountains and seas
with nothing but
inner light.
– TS

All our Tomorrows

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soft now,
treading slow,
eyes widening in wonder
at how –
at just because,
for the way we have
been blessed with
our existence,
so much of what
is ours to
witness,
the kingdoms under
our feet,
the fairytales in
the great waters
of the world,
and I want to sit
on the gleaming sand,
and make a castle
that will be as
glorious as it is
free to wash
away
and I want to
reflect on the
castle of my body,
and learn its
every shape
today,
and watch it
gracefully go the
way of all things,
slow,
into tomorrow.
 
– TS